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niggas die everyday over some shit they say
Disconnected from the streets forever
As long as I got a Beretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva
I roll wit' my
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate
is the key, everyday tryin' dodge them toe-tags
Gotta good heart, tryin' hard to raise mine
You made room for a sista's jumpstart
Playa haters, they
trust
'Till I'm out that bus
Then they die when the sun come 
Tryin' to bite lightnin' of the sky
How many cry?
Heard the industry was tryin
niggaz die everyday over some shit they say
Disconnected from the streets forever
As long as I got a baretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva
I roll wit my
of Sicily; under the arm is where the pistol be
Top of your forehead, the kiss'll be
Planted ever so soft and gentle but die viciously
Hours of torture,
with some game trying to get ends
If it don't make dollars don't make sense
I'm just a playa with some game trying to get ends

Master P:
Tryin
shoot ya
Fuck em they call us niggs I'm tryin to make a livin
Do some touchin, you know I'm pretty good with the bustin
Trustin nothin you can buy if
linquistic. graphic and realistic
God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with,
Sense enough to know when to quit

Chorus:
I don't want to die
I don't want to die
Artist: Scarface
Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch

These niggas is fuckin with a dangerous game

Hey Joe, what's up baby?

Yeah, I like the beat
you tell? and if we fail?
High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy? uh
Drive-by's and niggas die, murder
Boi . . .

[Layzie]
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me

Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin'
linquistic. graphic and realistic
God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with,
Sense enough to know when to quit

Chorus:
I don't want to die
I don't want to die
Boy gettin buried
Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize? (fantasize)
When we ride, it's a must havin' sets die, every time

Yes yes why'all, not $hort but
so Bad Boy gettin' buried 
Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize? (fantasize) 
When we ride, it's a must havin sets die, every time 

Yes yes y'all, not
so Bad Boy gettin' buried 
Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize? (fantasize) 
When we ride, it's a must havin sets die, every time 

Yes yes y'all, not
We can take it to the streets
We can take it to the concrete
You niggas know where the Don be
You bitches ain't tryin to find me
All you haters
go
'cause I, a man born to die small speak on
Till I´m carried by six to my restin' home
'cause I´m a hoochy fader
Devastader, real Busta Hater
that I'm that nigga then you picked the wrong one
'Cause I live by the gun, die by the gun
Hot bullets burn some say that them bitches stun
So raise
But he leaped to the other street and passed by
Then a Levite did similar
And honestly I don't really know what hurt more
That these guys tryin
[Chorus]
Hard times got my mind in bind.
I'll go crazy tryin' to climb out the grime that's in my life (my life).
I'm surprised I survived. 
It's
can take it to the concrete
You niggas know where the Don be
You bitches ain't tryin to find me
All you haters need to shut the fuck up and get
and I'll be your Clyde 

Side by side and watch the haters die 

Baby we ment 

I can tell you buy that shit you gangsta bitch 

I start to thing that
pussy ain't sellin she lyin 
(Man that bitch is connin you) 
And it she say baby let's go get this paper 
don't playa-hater hater she tryin be all
so my soul 
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A 
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