Lyrics:
Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's
Forty-fours under my clothes, I'm drunk and blowed
And I done told them boys if they play I
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
pour 2 4s and say goodnight
2 sticks on my lap
At Ruth's Chris spend a rack
New bitch tryna fuck
I think I must I gotta nut
Thrust nut in her butt
She
the way that we do
You're my ride or die and I'm down to ride
Baby I'll stay right by your side
I don't wanna waste more time without you
Let's live life
I feel empty inside
cll these clothes oversize
Just want you by my side
You kill me with the x4
Sweetest taboo x2
You should stay with me one more
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
We are dying, we are dying
Are we gonna die? are we gonna die?
We are dying
Light a blunt, throw on nas, collect my thoughts
Blow the candles out
me 2 Gunz, I can't never lack
Bangin' Red Rum til I'm dead and gone
Go and check the score, we winning 95-0
That 4 Number Gang run the city fasho
on my feet no matter what
Juve got four and B.G. got ten, while my thirty-two golds nigga we all in
Turk got the red beam team, double are Rolls
niggaz lovin how ya livin but I'm (distorted) ready to die
[Chorus: Bone Crusher & Ludacris - repeat 2X]
Heyyyyy I'm a maniac
Go and tell the whole world
essence,
I will live. Will I die?
My tongue is dry,
Now 15 more motherfucking seconds
Until I can try to fly
Into this...
Chorus 1
OVERDOSE
ugly
You're empty
You know that we got lucky
Told you about a thousand times
You got smile through the years before you die
She in love with the moon
She
been up in these streets, tryin' to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
Cause she beat us so
Ay yo, it's the BET Cypher
The Man with the Iron Fists edition
Film out November 2nd yo
But right now check out these
New hot weapons right here
like 2 times 2
I'm a sureshot like marksmen, you all dead
Cold red
Money clippers if a nigga fold bread
That will feed four people for
The next four
how I'm moving
Ya ain't smoking gas
Ya music ass
Tweaking
I got two hands 4 yo stupid ass
Straight into sky
Ju piter
I'm fried
Insane is sane
I
two, now the universe
It said the earth is gonna be destroyed about a hundred thousand years
From now by Nostradamus, Nostradamus,
He can predict
what we gon' die by (Dip-Set)
So these rules I abide by
I'm duckin' shots on a driveby, finger the cops, yeah when they ride by
(Byrdgang!)
Squally, is
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot, then
the emotional side
What's the point in trying if this
End result of dying sits
Persistently encloaked in dimness
Life can't thrive controlled by digits
I know
Cause bullets is hovering
Drug them in after the slug went in
I take a phrase in God we trust it's a must
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
(2-3-9-5-4)
Yeah, that way
Have you ever made love to a real hitter? (Yeah)
A nigga that always in the field, probably finessin'
Probably out here drug
and that I'm alive
Ready to die, don't ask why
I don't know why it's like that
Just know that locs is gonna die
Nigga so when I going dead I'm takin 2
what there still yellin'
Nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun you know what I'm sayin' Ren
"Yea"
So I guess I'll die by that muthaphukka
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