| 作曲 : Borges, Brown, Freeman ... | |
| (feat. Lyfe Jennings, Young Buck) | |
| [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] [x2] | |
| Oh, If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn't die in vain & they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| [Bun B:] | |
| Man I'm a real Trill nigga (nigga) I been out on them blocks | |
| With them hustlers (hustlers) them dealers (dealers) & killers sellin' rocks | |
| Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down | |
| 'Til it came back up & night came back around (around) | |
| I did alot of shit them late nights for the dough | |
| Robbin' niggas on the low (low) laughed at 'em then I go (go) | |
| Sometimes it went smooth & nobody got hurt | |
| And sometimes I had to leave a nigga's dick up in the dirt | |
| I ain't proud of what I did & if I could go back in time (time) | |
| I'd try to find another way instead of packin' 9's | |
| Totin' K's & holdin' mac's (mac's) | |
| But we know time ain't rollin' back | |
| And hungry hyenas, they ain't foldin' jack | |
| So on these cold & black streets, wolves keep huntin' | |
| And a young black man can lose his life over nothin' | |
| If I gotta go, please let it be for somethin' real | |
| 'Cause this bullshit hood shit is gettin' niggas killed on the real. | |
| [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] [x2] | |
| Oh, If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn't die in vain & they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| [Bun B:] | |
| Well if a deal goes dirty or the counts don't match (match) | |
| Or if I catch a muthafucker dippin' in the back (dippin' in the back) | |
| Say if a nigga disrespect me or my fam | |
| And we take it to the streets & let the guns go blam | |
| I don't really give a damn (damn) or really know whatever's gon' come (come) | |
| And I'm a represent where I'm from (represent where I'm from) | |
| Man I don't wanna die (die) but I ain't scared to (I ain't scared to) | |
| Shit, I just wanna make sure that I'm prepared to (I'm prepared to) | |
| Can't leave without a couple tickets in the stands | |
| So my wife & my mama & my chil'ren got cans (chil'ren got cans) | |
| 'Cause once I'm gone who gon' take care of my kids? (take care of my kids) | |
| And do the same things for 'em that I did | |
| Man I'd rather do a bid (bid) | |
| At the least they can see me behind the glass (glass) | |
| Instead I'm reminiscin' 'about the past (about the past) | |
| Nigga don't know what he got, until he passes on | |
| So let him tell 'em that he love 'em 'fore his ass is gone. | |
| [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] | |
| If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn't die in vain & they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] | |
| Oh, If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn't die in vain & they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| [Young Buck:] | |
| We trappin' hard right across from the graveyard | |
| I just pray to God I don't have to work a day job | |
| Niggas gettin' robbed so I'm ridin' with my A R | |
| They are, not sendin' tape what I done paid for (no) | |
| Walkin' through the bricks on my Jena 6 shit | |
| Like if you ain't from around here, you was gettin' hit (come on) | |
| Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by quick (hey) | |
| You surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary did (yeah) | |
| We survived but most of us die for some bullshit | |
| Go to church but the devil's standin' on the pulpit (damn) | |
| Niggas lied just to kick it (what?) swear to God they got a meal ticket | |
| Then they call you & they 'about to get evicted (I know) | |
| A Underground King, I've been one ever since I was 16 (come on) | |
| Pimp & Bun'll tell you just what Buck mean (what's up?) | |
| A street nigga livin' the street dream, I seen (for sho') | |
| My whole team go to the feds or get a hole in the head | |
| This what I said, yeah. | |
| [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] | |
| If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn't die in vain & they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] | |
| Oh, If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn't die in vain & they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. |
| zuo qu : Borges, Brown, Freeman ... | |
| feat. Lyfe Jennings, Young Buck | |
| Chorus: Lyfe Jennings x2 | |
| Oh, If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn' t die in vain they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| Bun B: | |
| Man I' m a real Trill nigga nigga I been out on them blocks | |
| With them hustlers hustlers them dealers dealers killers sellin' rocks | |
| Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down | |
| ' Til it came back up night came back around around | |
| I did alot of shit them late nights for the dough | |
| Robbin' niggas on the low low laughed at ' em then I go go | |
| Sometimes it went smooth nobody got hurt | |
| And sometimes I had to leave a nigga' s dick up in the dirt | |
| I ain' t proud of what I did if I could go back in time time | |
| I' d try to find another way instead of packin' 9' s | |
| Totin' K' s holdin' mac' s mac' s | |
| But we know time ain' t rollin' back | |
| And hungry hyenas, they ain' t foldin' jack | |
| So on these cold black streets, wolves keep huntin' | |
| And a young black man can lose his life over nothin' | |
| If I gotta go, please let it be for somethin' real | |
| ' Cause this bullshit hood shit is gettin' niggas killed on the real. | |
| Chorus: Lyfe Jennings x2 | |
| Oh, If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn' t die in vain they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| Bun B: | |
| Well if a deal goes dirty or the counts don' t match match | |
| Or if I catch a muthafucker dippin' in the back dippin' in the back | |
| Say if a nigga disrespect me or my fam | |
| And we take it to the streets let the guns go blam | |
| I don' t really give a damn damn or really know whatever' s gon' come come | |
| And I' m a represent where I' m from represent where I' m from | |
| Man I don' t wanna die die but I ain' t scared to I ain' t scared to | |
| Shit, I just wanna make sure that I' m prepared to I' m prepared to | |
| Can' t leave without a couple tickets in the stands | |
| So my wife my mama my chil' ren got cans chil' ren got cans | |
| ' Cause once I' m gone who gon' take care of my kids? take care of my kids | |
| And do the same things for ' em that I did | |
| Man I' d rather do a bid bid | |
| At the least they can see me behind the glass glass | |
| Instead I' m reminiscin' ' about the past about the past | |
| Nigga don' t know what he got, until he passes on | |
| So let him tell ' em that he love ' em ' fore his ass is gone. | |
| Chorus: Lyfe Jennings | |
| If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn' t die in vain they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| Chorus: Lyfe Jennings | |
| Oh, If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn' t die in vain they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| Young Buck: | |
| We trappin' hard right across from the graveyard | |
| I just pray to God I don' t have to work a day job | |
| Niggas gettin' robbed so I' m ridin' with my A R | |
| They are, not sendin' tape what I done paid for no | |
| Walkin' through the bricks on my Jena 6 shit | |
| Like if you ain' t from around here, you was gettin' hit come on | |
| Send a O. G. some flicks, make they time go by quick hey | |
| You surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary did yeah | |
| We survived but most of us die for some bullshit | |
| Go to church but the devil' s standin' on the pulpit damn | |
| Niggas lied just to kick it what? swear to God they got a meal ticket | |
| Then they call you they ' about to get evicted I know | |
| A Underground King, I' ve been one ever since I was 16 come on | |
| Pimp Bun' ll tell you just what Buck mean what' s up? | |
| A street nigga livin' the street dream, I seen for sho' | |
| My whole team go to the feds or get a hole in the head | |
| This what I said, yeah. | |
| Chorus: Lyfe Jennings | |
| If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn' t die in vain they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| Chorus: Lyfe Jennings | |
| Oh, If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn' t die in vain they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. |
| zuò qǔ : Borges, Brown, Freeman ... | |
| feat. Lyfe Jennings, Young Buck | |
| Chorus: Lyfe Jennings x2 | |
| Oh, If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn' t die in vain they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| Bun B: | |
| Man I' m a real Trill nigga nigga I been out on them blocks | |
| With them hustlers hustlers them dealers dealers killers sellin' rocks | |
| Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down | |
| ' Til it came back up night came back around around | |
| I did alot of shit them late nights for the dough | |
| Robbin' niggas on the low low laughed at ' em then I go go | |
| Sometimes it went smooth nobody got hurt | |
| And sometimes I had to leave a nigga' s dick up in the dirt | |
| I ain' t proud of what I did if I could go back in time time | |
| I' d try to find another way instead of packin' 9' s | |
| Totin' K' s holdin' mac' s mac' s | |
| But we know time ain' t rollin' back | |
| And hungry hyenas, they ain' t foldin' jack | |
| So on these cold black streets, wolves keep huntin' | |
| And a young black man can lose his life over nothin' | |
| If I gotta go, please let it be for somethin' real | |
| ' Cause this bullshit hood shit is gettin' niggas killed on the real. | |
| Chorus: Lyfe Jennings x2 | |
| Oh, If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn' t die in vain they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| Bun B: | |
| Well if a deal goes dirty or the counts don' t match match | |
| Or if I catch a muthafucker dippin' in the back dippin' in the back | |
| Say if a nigga disrespect me or my fam | |
| And we take it to the streets let the guns go blam | |
| I don' t really give a damn damn or really know whatever' s gon' come come | |
| And I' m a represent where I' m from represent where I' m from | |
| Man I don' t wanna die die but I ain' t scared to I ain' t scared to | |
| Shit, I just wanna make sure that I' m prepared to I' m prepared to | |
| Can' t leave without a couple tickets in the stands | |
| So my wife my mama my chil' ren got cans chil' ren got cans | |
| ' Cause once I' m gone who gon' take care of my kids? take care of my kids | |
| And do the same things for ' em that I did | |
| Man I' d rather do a bid bid | |
| At the least they can see me behind the glass glass | |
| Instead I' m reminiscin' ' about the past about the past | |
| Nigga don' t know what he got, until he passes on | |
| So let him tell ' em that he love ' em ' fore his ass is gone. | |
| Chorus: Lyfe Jennings | |
| If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn' t die in vain they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| Chorus: Lyfe Jennings | |
| Oh, If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn' t die in vain they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| Young Buck: | |
| We trappin' hard right across from the graveyard | |
| I just pray to God I don' t have to work a day job | |
| Niggas gettin' robbed so I' m ridin' with my A R | |
| They are, not sendin' tape what I done paid for no | |
| Walkin' through the bricks on my Jena 6 shit | |
| Like if you ain' t from around here, you was gettin' hit come on | |
| Send a O. G. some flicks, make they time go by quick hey | |
| You surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary did yeah | |
| We survived but most of us die for some bullshit | |
| Go to church but the devil' s standin' on the pulpit damn | |
| Niggas lied just to kick it what? swear to God they got a meal ticket | |
| Then they call you they ' about to get evicted I know | |
| A Underground King, I' ve been one ever since I was 16 come on | |
| Pimp Bun' ll tell you just what Buck mean what' s up? | |
| A street nigga livin' the street dream, I seen for sho' | |
| My whole team go to the feds or get a hole in the head | |
| This what I said, yeah. | |
| Chorus: Lyfe Jennings | |
| If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn' t die in vain they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. | |
| Chorus: Lyfe Jennings | |
| Oh, If I nigga Die II Night | |
| Make sure I didn' t die in vain they feel my pain | |
| Make sure my niggas ride for me | |
| Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me. |
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