Die (Album Version|Explicit)

Yea
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