Live to Die
Raekwon
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Ayo gas station Sammy, rich nigga live in Miami They killed him and lived with his family He was drunk spazzin' on a young nigga with cash They did the best to him, whooped his ass Bloody out, his ear was ripped, they know he loved his music They poked him twice, his gear was ripped Ninja style, niggas whipped him with a Benz belt, broke his arm Crushed his Audemars with whelps On his face, they was slappin' him, fake ass rapper Old ass gun, pussy get Tinactin Medicine face, nigga, they opened his mouth A few gold fell out, wheel him out He thinkin' he a gangsta? Quit playin', listenin' to Sid and them Because he sat up in bed to bid with 'em Fishcakes, bubblegum shrimps in his Timbs He had 12 and a half on, only wore 10 Niggas is lame, and I'm sayin' All that hard, no damn frame, how you playin'? Thought you bubble with the big Willies, flyin' in fast cars And get busy, now he sittin' there lookin' dizzy Don't look at Chef, nigga look at your rep What dinosaur game you playin', they playin' death Tax man comin', you can feel it Besides, hold the ratchets in both arms They gave it to him, peel it Kill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings We don't know no other way, just get millions Pyrex kings and the cartels connected Scars there, put your money up in wash wells Kill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings We don't know no other way, just get millions Pyrex kings and the cartels connected Scars there, put your money up in wash wells Indian Femi from Toronto Him and his horse, Ganny and Ronald, two wild sopranos Runnin' through ice, and niggas fall back They bumped in the crunch, out of Eglinton Selected niggas coal black Used to wash them niggas up for chump change Somethin' was strange, feds was listenin', ran out of the gun range Son I feel vibes, not knowin' this was the time To get away, but they rolled on alive Black freeze out of the bushes, came deezed Big three pound, four of them were beams When they rushed him they cuffed him, we cussed them Yo what the f*ck? You doin' life, little nigga, who the sucker, what? Black was mad, he went for the cop's mag They started susslin', the shot rang, that's bad Black fellow was mizzed, like 33 Ds Let off 100 shots, went mad Kill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings We don't know no other way, just get millions Pyrex kings and the cartels connected Scars there, put your money up in wash wells Kill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings We don't know no other way, just get millions Pyrex kings and the cartels connected Scars there, put your money up in wash wells
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