Don't Die

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Bryan Williams (born February 15, 1969), better known by his stage name Birdman or Baby, is an American rapper, businessman, and record producer. more »

Yeah, yeah
 Check me out man, yeah

 Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers  Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up
We stay low from the rangers 
 Cause they tryin' to tame us, but we brainless 
And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous
Shit I guess I ain't it
You could paint it how you may, 
But I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay
 Where the worms stay
I spit it for my nigga's sake
I spit it for myself a long time ago
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos 
I'm so straight I'm pointin'
The game is hurtin', and baby boy the ointment 
Baby boy the president now
Shit you gotta make an appointment 
Two record labels
You should come join 'em
Do check the label 
And make sure it's yellow or Roze
'fore you bring it to my table 

Gansta's don't die, 
They get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami 
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it
Gansta's don't die, 
They get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami 
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, straight up

 Nigga playin', doing about one eighty 
Maserati, matchin' drop top sun shade  Gotta be fly, P-one nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky
G-four whenever, fly in any weather 
Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers  Million on the floor  Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin' float 
And don't think about the past
A little water came, now we floatin' on everything  Niggas doing about anything, killin' while they hustlin'
 Niggas puttin' it in for the change 
So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin' his roll on
I'm on the side with that bling 
And outside, got them thangs 
Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin' lanes 


Na, don't fuck with that dog
Youngin' 'n' knock your fuckin' head off
And I'm coming back hard
 Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin' that off
I'm comin' back with it, and let my team split it
With a swagger you can't get, na you can't get it
Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, 
I pop like when he goin' stop? When it's empty 
And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci

Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin' money ridin' dirty  Uptown puttin' in down blowin' out the pound  Duffel bag full of cash when I come around 
The lil' homie got the game so I put him down
Hold my town, world wide wearin' a crown 
Like father like son, got it off the mound 
Like father like son, niggas stand their grounds
Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns 


Yeah nigga,
I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga 
You know, they mouth like they ass
 Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me
Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga 
And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me
 Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back
 Believe that 3-0-5, 4-0-4, 7-1-3, all that, Dallas, Kansas  Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world


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