Tekst piosenki
[Krayzie] Man what the fuck is we gone do man? Shit man I can't believe this shit man Them motherfuckers done killed him We got to ride for this nigga On them old hoe ass niggas I say we ride over right there right now That's what I'm talking about let's roll [verse 1] As we delve through the mud and rain Straight shots of Tangue ease the pain As we put to rest one of my niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain Shit ain't the same niggas is dangerous Buckin like it's the thang to bust When I looked at my nigga fucked up I couldn't help thinking this could've been aimed for us Niggas do hate like that, nigga you never know He say a friend but I smell foe So I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door So I sleep with the big fo-fo But what if I fuck up and pull it too slow You know what they say gotta go gotta go What if I be the one breathing no more, oh well When I die I want all my motherfuckers to ride [for me] On the niggas that did me killed me committed my homicide Gather up after the funeral [posse up] and pull out all the big guns Go through every hood poppin till somebody tell you somethin How in the fuck can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die So I'm begging my niggas to get my revenge And do it the same night they put me under Now I'm gone but this thug shit gone live on Just write on my tombstone he was that thuggish ruggish bone [chorus] Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [nigga you never know when you gone die] Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [ say never know when it could be you] Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [they leave yo house and don't come back] Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [this shit is real and oh so true] [repeat] [Fat Joe] When I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin Lying talkin bout they all love Ryan And Joey too, you should've seen him at the funeral Sporting the top hat tuxedo was royal blue murder who Nigger I died in the car chase shot the place like the last scene in Scarface Now I'm in the far place chillin in the whites of the sky Terror Squad till the day I die [Big Pun] I'ma thug I'ma die high O.D. off the la-la Niggas tell me get off that weed I'ma keep smoking on that thai-ai Nigga fuck that I'ma keep hittin that [Puff puff] till my lung collapse what's wrong with that You hypocrite just a little bit you know you down with it It's all good in your hood having laughs Puff weed to clear my cataracts Never thought I'd see the inside of an ambulance But now I'm there too many dead brain cells, runnin round inside my head That's when I died my eyes were blood shot red [Cuban Link] Now picture me dead still getting head in the coffin flossin Bitches fightin cryin tryin to get a bigger portion My niggas talkin figuring how to get my fortune While I'm lost in space waiting for satan and his horseman Walkin through fire sparkin my lighter cloud the sky up Rising higher and higher eye to eye with my messiah Viya Con Dios as I cross the gates of hell I faced the devil with a shovel and told him brace yourself [Krayzie] Reporters steady ask why KB be talkin bout murder on all the songs I say cause I could step out the door somebody could pop and I'm gone Then they wanna know why I pack chrome for one I'm paranoid Smoking too much of that weed what's that I just heard a noise Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys Motherfuckers is plottin to get me I know when I'm dreaming this So that's the meaning of this Nine millimeter heater strapped with infrared beams and shit So nigga don't trip the reaper seem to be getting closer So I'm running from that motherfucker swervin and duckin murder Pistol grip pump protected by the gauge Mr Sawed-Off Leatherface reload the clip and into the crowd I spray Murder murder mo murder murder kill kill kill Shit it's selling but what they ain't telling niggas is that it's real But you better realize for it be you in the casket dropped Better get you ass a shotgun and go get a plastic glock Nigga don't take murder for no joke that's like slittin your own throat But I tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes [chorus]
