Die Die Die Lyrics
| Song | Die Die Die |
| Artist | Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
| Album | E 1999 Eternal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Bizzy [police officer] | |
| Shhh! shut up, ******. shut the ****** up, ******. here they come. here they come. here they come, ******. duck down, ******. duck down. duck down. ************t! [there they are.] ************t, come on, ******. come o | |
| Hese assholes are nothin' for a stake out.] make a run for it. ****** make a... [freeze, mother******!] ************t! | |
| Bizzy [krayzie] | |
| I'm little ripsta. i'm... [leathaface comin' to kill '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 ******s with the glock, done. ******, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned. one eighty seven lesson, and we done told you. you ******' w | |
| One, you better believe we livin' like soldiers. we droppin' that thugsta ************t, so ****** just throw your pumps in the air. then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care. you d | |
| Wanna ****** with, you don't wanna buck with a realer ******. better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler. ****** with the ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some. senseless ki | |
| Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone. ****** with the bone, four ******s strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on. krayzie put one to your dome and ****** be thinkin' i'm wrong, so go on. 'cause ****** th | |
| Wed-off ain't full of ************t. me lovin' to smoke t****** and me ******, man. they givin' me what me need, man. when i light my blunt, fold the ******s up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get p | |
| Ood, so we goin' blaze good. | |
| So come to the land where all the thugs be real. them st. clair ******s, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, ******. | |
| Bizzy [krayzie] | |
| I'm little ripsta. i'm... [leather face comin' to kill '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 ************, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now! | |
| Reporter | |
| The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nigh******are. | |
| Bizzy | |
| Runnin' with gats and bats, so ******, don't test rest or you get a peeled cap. pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a ****** done get that skull cracked. little' rip didn't wanna! the | |
| R the ****** 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, ******s mistakin' they ****** for dogs. all ******s'll get ma | |
| 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, | |
| E ****** you gonna get bloody [bloody] 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.' | |
| N 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 st | |
| 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 | |
| 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. |
| Bizzy police officer | |
| Shhh! shut up, . shut the up, . here they come. here they come. here they come, . duck down, . duck down. duck down. t! there they are. t, come on, . come o | |
| Hese assholes are nothin' for a stake out. make a run for it. make a... freeze, mother! t! | |
| Bizzy krayzie | |
| I' m little ripsta. i' m... leathaface comin' to kill ' em at night. bye | |
| Die, die, die! so must we buck them studio thugstas. i' m... | |
| Willin' and ready to ride. | |
| Krayzie | |
| Poppop! droppin' them s with the glock, done. , you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' ' em up off my block stunned. one eighty seven lesson, and we done told you. you ' w | |
| One, you better believe we livin' like soldiers. we droppin' that thugsta t, so just throw your pumps in the air. then you pumppump, put one in a copper like you just don' t care. you d | |
| Wanna with, you don' t wanna buck with a realer . better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, capwigs peeler. with the ripsta, 1 with the gun, comecome get some. senseless ki | |
| Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone. with the bone, four s strong, leave ' em alone ' til it be on. krayzie put one to your dome and be thinkin' i' m wrong, so go on. ' cause th | |
| Wedoff ain' t full of t. me lovin' to smoke t and me , man. they givin' me what me need, man. when i light my blunt, fold the s up in my hood, so when we smokesmokesmoke, get p | |
| Ood, so we goin' blaze good. | |
| So come to the land where all the thugs be real. them st. clair s, they ain' t no joke so catch a slug or chill, . | |
| Bizzy krayzie | |
| I' m little ripsta. i' m... leather face comin' to kill ' 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 , you lie your funky ass on the ground, now! | |
| Reporter | |
| The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nigh are. | |
| Bizzy | |
| Runnin' with gats and bats, so , don' t test rest or you get a peeled cap. pappap that pump, better check that gun, ' fore a done get that skull cracked. little' rip didn' t wanna! the | |
| R the the quicker get showed up. let' s swerve to the burbs, set up a holdup, so many bodies me blowed up. nuts, bucks, and guts, s mistakin' they for dogs. all s' ll get ma | |
| No thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y' all. and they' ll never holdup especially when them roll, stop!. bet i bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down. you don' t wanna get nutted, | |
| E you gonna get bloody bloody 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.' | |
| N 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 st | |
| 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 | |
| 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. |
| Bizzy police officer | |
| Shhh! shut up, . shut the up, . here they come. here they come. here they come, . duck down, . duck down. duck down. t! there they are. t, come on, . come o | |
| Hese assholes are nothin' for a stake out. make a run for it. make a... freeze, mother! t! | |
| Bizzy krayzie | |
| I' m little ripsta. i' m... leathaface comin' to kill ' em at night. bye | |
| Die, die, die! so must we buck them studio thugstas. i' m... | |
| Willin' and ready to ride. | |
| Krayzie | |
| Poppop! droppin' them s with the glock, done. , you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' ' em up off my block stunned. one eighty seven lesson, and we done told you. you ' w | |
| One, you better believe we livin' like soldiers. we droppin' that thugsta t, so just throw your pumps in the air. then you pumppump, put one in a copper like you just don' t care. you d | |
| Wanna with, you don' t wanna buck with a realer . better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, capwigs peeler. with the ripsta, 1 with the gun, comecome get some. senseless ki | |
| Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone. with the bone, four s strong, leave ' em alone ' til it be on. krayzie put one to your dome and be thinkin' i' m wrong, so go on. ' cause th | |
| Wedoff ain' t full of t. me lovin' to smoke t and me , man. they givin' me what me need, man. when i light my blunt, fold the s up in my hood, so when we smokesmokesmoke, get p | |
| Ood, so we goin' blaze good. | |
| So come to the land where all the thugs be real. them st. clair s, they ain' t no joke so catch a slug or chill, . | |
| Bizzy krayzie | |
| I' m little ripsta. i' m... leather face comin' to kill ' 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 , you lie your funky ass on the ground, now! | |
| Reporter | |
| The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nigh are. | |
| Bizzy | |
| Runnin' with gats and bats, so , don' t test rest or you get a peeled cap. pappap that pump, better check that gun, ' fore a done get that skull cracked. little' rip didn' t wanna! the | |
| R the the quicker get showed up. let' s swerve to the burbs, set up a holdup, so many bodies me blowed up. nuts, bucks, and guts, s mistakin' they for dogs. all s' ll get ma | |
| No thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y' all. and they' ll never holdup especially when them roll, stop!. bet i bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down. you don' t wanna get nutted, | |
| E you gonna get bloody bloody 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.' | |
| N 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 st | |
| 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 | |
| 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. |
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