[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