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letra de when i die - bone thugs-n-harmony

bizzy (police officer)
shhh! shut up, n-gga. shut the f-ck up, n-gga. here they come. here they come. here they come, n-gga. duck down, n-gga. duck down. duck down. sh-t! (there they are.) sh-t, come on, n-gga. come on! (these -ssh0l-s are nothin’ for a stake out.) make a run for it. n-gga make a… (freeze, motherf-cker!) sh-t!

bizzy (krayzie)
i’m little ripsta. i’m… (leathaface comin’ to k!ll ’em at night.)…bye
die, die, die! (so must we buck them studio thugstas. i’m…)
willin’ and ready to ride

krayzie
pop-pop! droppin’ them n-ggas with the glock, done. n-gga, you best ah run, duckin’ the shotgun, leavin’ ’em up off my block stunned. one eighty seven lesson, and we done told you. you f-ckin’ with bone, you better believe we livin’ like soldiers. we droppin’ that thugsta sh-t, so n-gga just throw your pumps in the air. then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don’t care. you don’t wanna f-ck with, you don’t wanna buck with a realer n-gga. better check my m-n-script: drugdealer, k!lla, cap-wigs peeler. f-ck with the ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some. senseless k!lla. fifth dawg and posse, run get gone. f-ck with the bone, four n-ggas strong, leave ’em alone ’til it be on. krayzie put one to your dome and n-gga be thinkin’ i’m wrong, so go on. ’cause n-gga this sawed-off ain’t full of sh-t. me lovin’ to smoke tweed and me weed, man. they givin’ me what me need, man. when i light my blunt, fold the n-ggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin’ blaze good
so come to the land where all the thugs be real. them st. clair n-ggas, they ain’t no joke so catch a slug or chill, n-gga

bizzy (krayzie)
i’m little ripsta. i’m… (leather face comin’ to k!ll ’em at night.)…bye
die, die, die! (so must we buck them studio thugstas. i’m…)
willin’ and ready to ride

bizzy (police officer)
(lie down with your hands behind your back!) naw b-tch, you lie your funky -ss on the ground, now!

reporter
the seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare

bizzy
runnin’ with gats and bats, so n-gga, don’t test rest or you get a peeled cap. pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, ‘fore a n-gga done get that skull cracked. little’ rip didn’t wanna! the bigger the n-gga the quicker get showed up. let’s swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up. nuts, bucks, and guts, n-ggas mistakin’ they b-lls for dogs. all n-ggas’ll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y’all. and they’ll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!. bet i bringin’ in them guns, run, a thug get low down. you don’t wanna get nutted, ’cause n-gga you gonna get bl–dy (bl–dy) once you see the braids and skully. cuttin’ that throat when i’m rippin’ up somethin’ lovely. what is it in you, deeper than dead? and we get fried. p.o.d.’d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night. once inside forgettin’ about remorse. your curse will ride. cry now when you’re ready to lie down. when i’m weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now

meanwhile, swerve to the burbs

witnesses
man, he just…all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window. i didn’t know what was goin’ on. i’m just walkin’ by. just got a—bought a bottle of wine. i was walkin’ by, and all i seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (that was it.) i’m not sure what happened

well, i saw his wife begging him, and she said, “don’t jump.” and he did…wheeeeeew

did you know the guy?

he sure had a problem. that’s all i could tell you

all i seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, i guess it was his wife

- bone thugs n harmony

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