Die - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Die - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ja Rule |
| Artist | Black Child |
| Artist | Caddillac Tah |
| Artist | Dave Bing |
| Album | Rule 3:36 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Money ain never been nothing, I hit the block if this shit get ugly and it ain never been in my heart to let niggas thug me hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy and pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me it gangsta yeah and ain no nigga gone match me stocky chubby nigga voice real raspy I see uou real flashy but that ain gone last nigga pop fire off shots and that your ass nigga it war now that why I keep the four with long nozzle 600 bad bitch on it holding down the throttle and **** that beef shit cause some beef won die and some niggas will say they gangsta but they won ride so why it hard for you to decide Il let it fly 40 shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up under palm tree to white sand everything is a price man you snipe when bullets are piping hot when it your flesh it begin warming you nw die mother****er die! Cause I tired of warning you! | |
| Yeah we hear now! Die mother****er don get scared now die mother****er Black Child I off parole it Murder now in a hood near you about to burn it down word to God it feels like I from every h | |
| ood cause when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should it for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood we eat together nigga **** the cro | |
| ssroads in this world my flow is another lost soul my shit sounds like shots from a 4 pound for these bitch clowns it war now it all about paper that my issue **** peace you can have a piece of | |
| the pistol. | |
| Chorus (2x) | |
| Everybody gone die but nobody want dead! Die mother****er die! It your life everybody wanna live but they wanna live scared Die mother****er Die! That your life | |
| Niggas know the truth Rule raises the roof cause I pop more shots than Abdul Rauf and when the_concludes I bring closure to the situ come thru squeeze 8 out the stolen black pinto niggas know my ment | |
| al kill or be killed head for the hills but don never slide down it if you to high ground it (puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded 2 shots thru and silent and 1 nigga stripped of his talent new **** | |
| ing Yiddy City the sex and violence where first time offenders get floated to the island and one time give a nigga one time breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind I blow lines like an addict bus | |
| t guns erratic shine blind like carats rules above average me and this music make a marriage so I thee wed till I either jailed or dead mother****ers! Feel me niggas! |
| Money ain never been nothing, I hit the block if this shit get ugly and it ain never been in my heart to let niggas thug me hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy and pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me it gangsta yeah and ain no nigga gone match me stocky chubby nigga voice real raspy I see uou real flashy but that ain gone last nigga pop fire off shots and that your ass nigga it war now that why I keep the four with long nozzle 600 bad bitch on it holding down the throttle and that beef shit cause some beef won die and some niggas will say they gangsta but they won ride so why it hard for you to decide I l let it fly 40 shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up under palm tree to white sand everything is a price man you snipe when bullets are piping hot when it your flesh it begin warming you nw die mother er die! Cause I tired of warning you! | |
| Yeah we hear now! Die mother er don get scared now die mother er Black Child I off parole it Murder now in a hood near you about to burn it down word to God it feels like I from every h | |
| ood cause when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should it for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood we eat together nigga the cro | |
| ssroads in this world my flow is another lost soul my shit sounds like shots from a 4 pound for these bitch clowns it war now it all about paper that my issue peace you can have a piece of | |
| the pistol. | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Everybody gone die but nobody want dead! Die mother er die! It your life everybody wanna live but they wanna live scared Die mother er Die! That your life | |
| Niggas know the truth Rule raises the roof cause I pop more shots than Abdul Rauf and when the_concludes I bring closure to the situ come thru squeeze 8 out the stolen black pinto niggas know my ment | |
| al kill or be killed head for the hills but don never slide down it if you to high ground it puff, puff uhhh! Is how it sounded 2 shots thru and silent and 1 nigga stripped of his talent new | |
| ing Yiddy City the sex and violence where first time offenders get floated to the island and one time give a nigga one time breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind I blow lines like an addict bus | |
| t guns erratic shine blind like carats rules above average me and this music make a marriage so I thee wed till I either jailed or dead mother ers! Feel me niggas! |
| Money ain never been nothing, I hit the block if this shit get ugly and it ain never been in my heart to let niggas thug me hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy and pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me it gangsta yeah and ain no nigga gone match me stocky chubby nigga voice real raspy I see uou real flashy but that ain gone last nigga pop fire off shots and that your ass nigga it war now that why I keep the four with long nozzle 600 bad bitch on it holding down the throttle and that beef shit cause some beef won die and some niggas will say they gangsta but they won ride so why it hard for you to decide I l let it fly 40 shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up under palm tree to white sand everything is a price man you snipe when bullets are piping hot when it your flesh it begin warming you nw die mother er die! Cause I tired of warning you! | |
| Yeah we hear now! Die mother er don get scared now die mother er Black Child I off parole it Murder now in a hood near you about to burn it down word to God it feels like I from every h | |
| ood cause when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should it for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood we eat together nigga the cro | |
| ssroads in this world my flow is another lost soul my shit sounds like shots from a 4 pound for these bitch clowns it war now it all about paper that my issue peace you can have a piece of | |
| the pistol. | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Everybody gone die but nobody want dead! Die mother er die! It your life everybody wanna live but they wanna live scared Die mother er Die! That your life | |
| Niggas know the truth Rule raises the roof cause I pop more shots than Abdul Rauf and when the_concludes I bring closure to the situ come thru squeeze 8 out the stolen black pinto niggas know my ment | |
| al kill or be killed head for the hills but don never slide down it if you to high ground it puff, puff uhhh! Is how it sounded 2 shots thru and silent and 1 nigga stripped of his talent new | |
| ing Yiddy City the sex and violence where first time offenders get floated to the island and one time give a nigga one time breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind I blow lines like an addict bus | |
| t guns erratic shine blind like carats rules above average me and this music make a marriage so I thee wed till I either jailed or dead mother ers! Feel me niggas! |
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