Die (Album Version|Explicit)

We about money and murda

The f**k y'all want to do

Either pass that paper

Or we gonna have to kill you

It's like that n***a

Don't question why

Cuz when it's murda motherf**ker

Everybody gotta die

Die motherf**ker die

Die motherf**ker die

Die motherf**ker die

Die motherf**ker die

Money ain't never been nothing

I hit the block if this s**t get ugly

And it ain't never been in my heart to let n***as 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's gangsta

Yeah and ain't no n***a gone match me

Stocky chubby n***a voice real raspy

I see you real flashy but that ain't gone last n***a

Pop fire off shots and that's your a*s n***a

It's war now that's why I keep the four with long nozzle

Six hundred bad b***h on it holding down the throttle

And f**k that beef s**t cause some beef won't die

And some n***as will say they gangsta but they won't ride

And while it's hard for you to decide I'll let it fly

Forty shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up

Under palm tree's to white sand

Everything is a price man

You snipe when bullets are piping hot

When it's your flesh it begin warming you

Now die motherf**ker die

Cuz I'm tired of warning you

Yeah we hear now die motherf**ker

Don't be scared now die motherf**ker

Black child I'm off parole it's murda now

In a hood near you about to burn it down

Word to god it feels like I'm from every hood

Cuz when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good

Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should

It's for my blacks from the bricks back to inglewood

We eat together n***a f**k the crossroads

In this world my flow is another lost soul

My s**t sounds like shots from a four pound

For these b***h clowns it's war now

It's all about paper that's my issue

F**k peace you can have a piece of the pistol

Everybody gonna die but nobody want dead

Die motherf**ker die it's your life

Everybody wanna live but they wanna live scared

Die motherf**ker die that's your life

N***as know the truth

Rule raises the roof

Cuz I pop more shots than abdul rauf

And when the concludes I bring closure to the situ

Come thru squeeze eight out the stolen black pinto

N***as know my mental kill or be killed head for the hills

But don't never slide down it if you to high ground it

Puff puff

Uhhh is how it sounded two shots thru and silent

And one n***a stripped of his talents

New f**king yiddy city the s*x and violence

Where first time offenders get floated to the island

And one time give a n***a one time

Breathe wrong and a n***a have a blown mind

I blow lines like an addict

Bust guns erratic shine blind like carats

Rules above average me and this music make a marriage

So I thee wed till I'm either jailed or dead motherf**kers

Feel me n***as

Word to god

Feel us n***a

We here again

It's murda