| They told me it's never too late for prayer | |
| Well Lord! | |
| Pray for us niggas | |
| Cause we ready to die for this shit [Hook: Rick Ross] | |
| If I die tonight | |
| I pray I get buried in clean drawers | |
| Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs | |
| If I die tonight | |
| I pray I get buried in clean drawers | |
| Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs | |
| Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs | |
| Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs | |
| Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs | |
| Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs [Verse 1: Rick Ross] | |
| I look to my left, | |
| I look to my right | |
| All I see is my blood, all | |
| I see is my life | |
| If it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma | |
| Been robbing my whole life, | |
| I gotta look out for karma | |
| Selling them white squares | |
| I swear I'm well prepared | |
| Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell | |
| Chopper still heat seeking, block keep getting hotter | |
| When them niggas go to beefing, slide me til we got ‘em [Hook] [Verse 2: T.I.] | |
| Machine gun man, seen him on the news | |
| Every gun | |
| I had was one the home invaders couldn't use | |
| Let a nigga catch me slipping, | |
| I refuse, not a chance | |
| Listen dude, | |
| Tip can use any tool known to man | |
| And don't think that | |
| I can't hit you just cause it ain't in my hand | |
| Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand? | |
| Fifty cal with a scope and a chopper, boy you got to | |
| Plan a way straight to the undertaker, know me for the doctor | |
| Should I die, lay me next to my daughter | |
| Lelah and my partner | |
| Break your ass off somethin' proper with that blacka, blacka, blacka | |
| Did just what | |
| I gotta do, it's me or you and boy | |
| I'm saying | |
| Know that | |
| ATF is listening, | |
| I'm just playing, | |
| I'm just playing [Hook] |
| They told me it' s never too late for prayer | |
| Well Lord! | |
| Pray for us niggas | |
| Cause we ready to die for this shit Hook: Rick Ross | |
| If I die tonight | |
| I pray I get buried in clean drawers | |
| Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs | |
| If I die tonight | |
| I pray I get buried in clean drawers | |
| Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs | |
| Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs | |
| Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs | |
| Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs | |
| Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs Verse 1: Rick Ross | |
| I look to my left, | |
| I look to my right | |
| All I see is my blood, all | |
| I see is my life | |
| If it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma | |
| Been robbing my whole life, | |
| I gotta look out for karma | |
| Selling them white squares | |
| I swear I' m well prepared | |
| Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell | |
| Chopper still heat seeking, block keep getting hotter | |
| When them niggas go to beefing, slide me til we got em Hook Verse 2: T. I. | |
| Machine gun man, seen him on the news | |
| Every gun | |
| I had was one the home invaders couldn' t use | |
| Let a nigga catch me slipping, | |
| I refuse, not a chance | |
| Listen dude, | |
| Tip can use any tool known to man | |
| And don' t think that | |
| I can' t hit you just cause it ain' t in my hand | |
| Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand? | |
| Fifty cal with a scope and a chopper, boy you got to | |
| Plan a way straight to the undertaker, know me for the doctor | |
| Should I die, lay me next to my daughter | |
| Lelah and my partner | |
| Break your ass off somethin' proper with that blacka, blacka, blacka | |
| Did just what | |
| I gotta do, it' s me or you and boy | |
| I' m saying | |
| Know that | |
| ATF is listening, | |
| I' m just playing, | |
| I' m just playing Hook |
| They told me it' s never too late for prayer | |
| Well Lord! | |
| Pray for us niggas | |
| Cause we ready to die for this shit Hook: Rick Ross | |
| If I die tonight | |
| I pray I get buried in clean drawers | |
| Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs | |
| If I die tonight | |
| I pray I get buried in clean drawers | |
| Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs | |
| Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs | |
| Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs | |
| Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs | |
| Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs Verse 1: Rick Ross | |
| I look to my left, | |
| I look to my right | |
| All I see is my blood, all | |
| I see is my life | |
| If it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma | |
| Been robbing my whole life, | |
| I gotta look out for karma | |
| Selling them white squares | |
| I swear I' m well prepared | |
| Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell | |
| Chopper still heat seeking, block keep getting hotter | |
| When them niggas go to beefing, slide me til we got em Hook Verse 2: T. I. | |
| Machine gun man, seen him on the news | |
| Every gun | |
| I had was one the home invaders couldn' t use | |
| Let a nigga catch me slipping, | |
| I refuse, not a chance | |
| Listen dude, | |
| Tip can use any tool known to man | |
| And don' t think that | |
| I can' t hit you just cause it ain' t in my hand | |
| Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand? | |
| Fifty cal with a scope and a chopper, boy you got to | |
| Plan a way straight to the undertaker, know me for the doctor | |
| Should I die, lay me next to my daughter | |
| Lelah and my partner | |
| Break your ass off somethin' proper with that blacka, blacka, blacka | |
| Did just what | |
| I gotta do, it' s me or you and boy | |
| I' m saying | |
| Know that | |
| ATF is listening, | |
| I' m just playing, | |
| I' m just playing Hook |
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