| Song | Day You Die |
| Artist | Real Live |
| Album | The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama |
| 作曲 : Hansford, K Def, Wright | |
| From the day you're born... till the day you die | |
| If you're one of the poor ones, you just gotta work hard, you know what I mean | |
| A lot of pain, lot of sorrow, blood, sweat and tears | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I'm like a one man crew, a one man clique | |
| Iceberg Slick, sick like horror flicks | |
| I put a burner on a heat when I [?] the street | |
| Nickel-plated poetry mad deep | |
| The intellect interacts with raps | |
| Cartel rocks well, baby, I'm strapped with gats | |
| Yo son, had to bounce cos the block was scorchin | |
| I'm camouflaged down like a Soldier Of Fortune | |
| I paralyze your mindstate | |
| Then crush your egg frame and watch your whole body break | |
| Look at yo' broke-ass clique on the corner | |
| Talkin shit about a nigga cos he does what he wanna | |
| Cousin, pull the record back counter-clock wise | |
| K-Def got the spliff lit spinnin with the red eye | |
| That's from all the lye he smoke | |
| Yo loc, time to go, Larry-O slit your throat | |
| Just for runnin your mouth you gots to fall | |
| Chill dog, no need to speedball | |
| I got everything under control | |
| Got the coke and a smoke, and we about to roll | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| When the Real Live arrive y'all motherfuckers slept and slipped | |
| They slept on the architect of wreck | |
| The nigga with the lucci, coochie, clothes | |
| The sniper with a rifle fuckin up foes | |
| Seriously, not deliriously | |
| Son, you could be missin mysteriously | |
| Guns run through my crew like animals in a zoo | |
| Flippin coats, sippin Moët with nothing to do | |
| Karate niggaz, crushin niggaz for big figures | |
| They pay the price to wear ice | |
| You rollin with scared dice | |
| The streets got no room, saturated with tools | |
| I been a major player since niggaz were smokin Kools | |
| A mad felon breakin bread where murderers dwellin | |
| In the realm of chaos, duke, my pockets be swellin | |
| I don't know how to act, a 12 pack plus 20 sack | |
| Put a big fat motherfucker on his back | |
| Now understand, the man has stacked many grand | |
| And remain king, I count it till my hands turn green | |
| But I watch my back and keep my head to the sky | |
| From the day I was born till I die | |
| Motherfucker | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| A thug recruiter, sparkin Buddha, rap tutor | |
| Celo sharp shooter, got code crack reports in computers | |
| Discussin money makin moves, you dig | |
| With thug milionaires, entrepreneurs and the big wigs | |
| But now we lace hit after hit | |
| Bangin niggaz for real on some Real Live legit shit | |
| The motherfucking pinnacle of lyrical | |
| The eye of the storm, hoes be soft and warm | |
| Plus thick, the Rolex watch he had was slick | |
| Took it to the crib piece, hit her with the | |
| "Did you know my lifestyle was wild?" broke niggaz-profile | |
| You can fool 'em bitch niggaz, pussy, I know your style | |
| With excellent individual evidence of bein true to the game | |
| Regardless of fame, countless G's, oz's, trees, ki's | |
| Please give up your quest, you up against the best motherfucker you ever seen | |
| While I continue to amaze with a phrase that's mean | |
| And when we put the shit together we was definitely high | |
| From the day I was born till I die | |
| Motherfucker |
| zuò qǔ : Hansford, K Def, Wright | |
| From the day you' re born... till the day you die | |
| If you' re one of the poor ones, you just gotta work hard, you know what I mean | |
| A lot of pain, lot of sorrow, blood, sweat and tears | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m like a one man crew, a one man clique | |
| Iceberg Slick, sick like horror flicks | |
| I put a burner on a heat when I ? the street | |
| Nickelplated poetry mad deep | |
| The intellect interacts with raps | |
| Cartel rocks well, baby, I' m strapped with gats | |
| Yo son, had to bounce cos the block was scorchin | |
| I' m camouflaged down like a Soldier Of Fortune | |
| I paralyze your mindstate | |
| Then crush your egg frame and watch your whole body break | |
| Look at yo' brokeass clique on the corner | |
| Talkin shit about a nigga cos he does what he wanna | |
| Cousin, pull the record back counterclock wise | |
| KDef got the spliff lit spinnin with the red eye | |
| That' s from all the lye he smoke | |
| Yo loc, time to go, LarryO slit your throat | |
| Just for runnin your mouth you gots to fall | |
| Chill dog, no need to speedball | |
| I got everything under control | |
| Got the coke and a smoke, and we about to roll | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| When the Real Live arrive y' all motherfuckers slept and slipped | |
| They slept on the architect of wreck | |
| The nigga with the lucci, coochie, clothes | |
| The sniper with a rifle fuckin up foes | |
| Seriously, not deliriously | |
| Son, you could be missin mysteriously | |
| Guns run through my crew like animals in a zoo | |
| Flippin coats, sippin Mo t with nothing to do | |
| Karate niggaz, crushin niggaz for big figures | |
| They pay the price to wear ice | |
| You rollin with scared dice | |
| The streets got no room, saturated with tools | |
| I been a major player since niggaz were smokin Kools | |
| A mad felon breakin bread where murderers dwellin | |
| In the realm of chaos, duke, my pockets be swellin | |
| I don' t know how to act, a 12 pack plus 20 sack | |
| Put a big fat motherfucker on his back | |
| Now understand, the man has stacked many grand | |
| And remain king, I count it till my hands turn green | |
| But I watch my back and keep my head to the sky | |
| From the day I was born till I die | |
| Motherfucker | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| A thug recruiter, sparkin Buddha, rap tutor | |
| Celo sharp shooter, got code crack reports in computers | |
| Discussin money makin moves, you dig | |
| With thug milionaires, entrepreneurs and the big wigs | |
| But now we lace hit after hit | |
| Bangin niggaz for real on some Real Live legit shit | |
| The motherfucking pinnacle of lyrical | |
| The eye of the storm, hoes be soft and warm | |
| Plus thick, the Rolex watch he had was slick | |
| Took it to the crib piece, hit her with the | |
| " Did you know my lifestyle was wild?" broke niggazprofile | |
| You can fool ' em bitch niggaz, pussy, I know your style | |
| With excellent individual evidence of bein true to the game | |
| Regardless of fame, countless G' s, oz' s, trees, ki' s | |
| Please give up your quest, you up against the best motherfucker you ever seen | |
| While I continue to amaze with a phrase that' s mean | |
| And when we put the shit together we was definitely high | |
| From the day I was born till I die | |
| Motherfucker |