10.Die
Money ain never been nothing, I hit the block if this shit get
ugly and it ain never been in my heart to let niggas thug me hit
the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy and pull up in
front of the spot cause the mommies love me it gangsta yeah and
ain no nigga gone match me stocky chubby nigga voice real raspy
I see uou real flashy but that ain gone last nigga pop fire off
shots and that your ass nigga it war now that why I keep the
four with long nozzle 600 bad bitch on it holding down the
throttle and fuck that beef shit cause some beef won die and
some niggas will say they gangsta but they won ride so why it
hard for you to decide I l let it fly 40 shots hit your ride up
hit the tropics and hide up under palm tree to white sand
everything is a price man you snipe when bullets are piping hot
when it your flesh it begin warming you nw die motherfucker die!
Cause I tired of warning you!
Yeah we hear now! Die motherfucker don get scared now die
motherfucker Black Child I off parole it Murder now in a hood
near you about to burn it down word to God it feels like I from
every h
ood cause when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good sell
cracks if you could bust your gat when you should it for my
blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood we eat together nigga
fuck the cro
ssroads in this world my flow is another lost soul my shit
sounds like shots from a 4 pound for these bitch clowns it war
now it all about paper that my issue fuck peace you can have a
piece of
the pistol.
Chorus (2x)
Everybody gone die but nobody want dead! Die motherfucker die!
It your life everybody wanna live but they wanna live scared Die
motherfucker Die! That your life
Niggas know the truth Rule raises the roof cause I pop more
shots than Abdul Rauf and when the_concludes I bring closure to
the situ come thru squeeze 8 out the stolen black pinto niggas
know my ment
al kill or be killed head for the hills but don never slide down
it if you to high ground it (puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded
2 shots thru and silent and 1 nigga stripped of his talent new
fuck
ing Yiddy City the sex and violence where first time offenders
get floated to the island and one time give a nigga one time
breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind I blow lines like an
addict bus
t guns erratic shine blind like carats rules above average me
and this music make a marriage so I thee wed till I either
jailed or dead motherfuckers! Feel me niggas!
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