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we slide then we gone double back
[?] Calls on my line cause I can't call him back
D.A. turned to wars Jay Bay
Funk or die to death haller free Jay
Lazy muthafuckas why you ain't even trying
Rich or die trying, why you niggas ain't died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly shit
And I’m with
every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
'Cause
(every time we ride)
Hitting motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
Cause even when I'm high, fuck
from P-Long
Black Moon caught mad brooms and they done
Method Man, murdered by the same gun
Kool G. Rap lickin shot and KRS
But he didn't die fast
every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die; live the life of a boss playa
'Cause
every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
Cause
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
'Cause
last
Grab the microphone and I clock straight cash
A hustler making payments
The game of live or die is all that I ever played
Be hella hard
Now I
thang
I said: "Bitch, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
"Machine Gun Funk", from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out

_Machine Gun Funk_, from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin' to get rich
If in my way, I'm gone funk ya, 
Imagine your body deteiorating in a dumpster,
What you gone do? Ain't no
best
To get some seats to rest in peace
But funk don't die on tha set
You must lie fo yo set
An if you ride fo the set keep yo vest handy
niggas 
Stay on the grind down to die for my niggas 
We real killas, big scrilla 
Blazin up doja zips 
Nigga, one false move and its over with, we blast
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
"Machine Gun Funk", from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we