Lyrics:
We can take it to the streets
We can take it to the concrete
You niggas know where the Don be
You bitches ain't tryin to find me
All you haters
disperse, I ain't tryin' to hide, so I'll be goin' head first...
Charge into battle, descendant of the viking, I don't need no merits, I'm barbaric to my
A rollin stone bitch I'm solid on every side
I'm rockin bitch I don't give a fuck if I die, I...
I'm sippin' shit that'll fuck you up everytime
I'm
jumpin fences
Cause the narcs tryin lynch us and they missin us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace
Commisary low so we
can take it to the concrete
You niggas know where the Don be
You bitches ain't tryin to find me
All you haters need to shut the fuck up and get
a button-up and a tie
Black power and I'm slanging it wild
Foreign dripping with a bitch on the side
Beastmode, Marshawn with it
Had to step past my haters
tryin' times, livin' blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?
And right before I put my head
linquistic. graphic and realistic
God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with,
Sense enough to know when to quit
Chorus:
I don't want to die
I don't want to die
Bonded by ice
If it melts I'll die
Alright fine I'm filled with life
That flatlines the final line
So rise before it's time
The right device beside
the hardcore
Abolish Venom and Carnage, admonish a Secret War
The Endless Waltz, Wing Zero, Epyon, the encore
I got more bars than arms on Doctor Octopus
related, the industry most hated
'Cause I ball greedy and rhyme for mine, c'mon I'm willin' to die for mine
C'mon, while haters hate from the sideline
I'm
the money till the day I die (die)
Started with the envelopes and now our ceilings high, high
While you haters countin' us out, we countin' it up
One
tryin' times, livin' blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?
And right before I put my head
tryin' lynch us
And they missin' us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace
Commissary low so we take a nigga tennis
help us make it through
When I die take me through
Up to Heaven up with you
Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga Griles too
And God know I'm thug
Yeah, I've been stickin' to the grind (Grind)[00:51.51]Tryin' to find a way[00:52.37]In the future, see brighter days (Brighter days)[00:53.89]In
we wanted
Because this the life we have
Like it or not, do or die
It's a crime to commit suicide
I wonder why
Right now
We ain't turn down
Go all
we wanted
Because this the life we have
Like it or not, do or die
It's a crime to commit suicide
I wonder why
Right now
We ain't turn down
Go all
With my hood on and my windows down
Ask your girl I'm the realest nigga she been around
When I pull up in something new and park it by the haters
the haters
Way too focused on the paper
Yes sir, die for the caper
Hotter than Miami and I'm ballin like The Lakers
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars
victim, acquit them of playa' haters thirst, but at first
It was all laughs
Breakin' up them stacks of cash
Livin' life slowly, tryin' to get rich fast
related, the industry most hated
Cause I ball greedy and rhyme for mine (c'mon) I'm willin to die for mine
(c'mon) While haters hate from the sideline
I'm
out
Put this on there
All you motherfuckin' haters out there can suck my motherfuckin' dick!
And we still smokin', what!
[Chorus]
For the nigga
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
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