Don't Wanna Die

[Intro - Loon - talking] Uh, check it out, yeah Let me tell you a little story A little couple street tales, ya know On the shit I be seein Cause yo I'm from Harlem and everyday I see shit yo This, check it, uh [Verse 1 - Loon] Now here's a story about a young kid, had everything in life Never had to ask for nothin more than twice His pops was gettin it, moms was a lawyer And his ball game almost got him draft to the Hoyas He fell in love with this chick named Latoya But little did he know, Latoya was a ho Lotta shit about Latoya he don't know She fucked with some nigga named Bo, who sold blow But the day he found out, turned the town out Ran up on Bo and his ass got pound out But yo when he came through, he seen the devil in disguise It was Bo with the devil in his eyes Mack 11 on his side, him and seven other guys And every last one of these niggaz ready to ride Beside the fact, that this cat in the mix His jaw all broke up but that could be fixed Drawers all soaked up, cause that nigga pissed Full force, cocked back the rap nigga shit Now perhaps nigga flipped or perhaps nigga cried But deep down this nigga didn't really want to die [Chorus - Female voice] Niggaz get a little bit of loot, then think they fly Then they want to claim they thugs, but they really don't want to die Niggaz get a little bit of loot, and then think they fly Then they want to claim they thugs, but they really don't want to die [Verse 2 - Loon] Uh, yeah, uh Now here's a story about another nigga by the name of Jermaine This nigga pushin thirty and still in the game He won't change, all he do is sniff cocaine Recruit niggaz outta school and poison they brain I'm sayin any nigga fuckin with Jermaine This nigga have you hustle in the rain, or bust a nigga brain This duke was a menace in fact But these Dominican cats could finish him black Cause he didn't finish them packs, didn't finish that weight The kid he had picture, caught ten in the face Him and his ace, walk around with Mack 10 in they waist But pop never been a disgrace Word to mother, he got contract killers, combat niggaz They kill if a whole fifth of Coniac liquor Skipped town thinkin they wouldn't harm that nigga Found out they know where your mom's at nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Loon] The last story Samantha, type of chick that you pamper Got a lotta junk in her Pamper Pops was a Panther, her mom's some happy camper That thought the whole world of Samantha Moved to Atlanta, at the age of 18 Got a couple girls and they formed the A-team Some play things, specialize in blazin Her and her girlfriend Mayling from Beijing They was bugged, harrassin the scrubs Everybody knew about Samantha and clubs Gullible, get Samantha some drugs And you could take her home, get Samantha some love Back shots, yo Samantha don't budge Probably all the niggaz that Samantha done fucked Lotta kids, she done twist lotta ways 'Til she found out she HIV positive [Chorus] - 2X