Lyrics:
Yo, hangin' low, chiefin' high
Time to make you haters cry
Circulatin' gossip 'bout the lady you deserve to die
Memphis Queen will set it off
like it cuz I'm tricky as pirate
My heart melts in my diary
If you can't love you can die bitch
Dreaming myself in my Benz
My wrist like a bullet I'm
realize
Nobody really by yo side
Ain't nothin gotta die
But rats and snakes only
And love is still blind
Even wit 20/20
They never satisfied
Even if ya
to sleep with Blick, but wake up, catch a jug
Doggy tryin' to beef wit everybody, nigga, need a hug
Cuz a crip but I ain't bothered by the fact because he
a hatin nigga die
It's too much money but, not enough time
But if you get your foot, in the do', then you gotta climb
to the top, but haters gon' hate,
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
the leaves die
Pre-packaged futures freeze dried, cross me by
The body count in the streets is knee high
Plus, I seen pubbles so deep the puddles speak
Ripe
dropped a couple green
Pills in my Sprite, baby I'll be fine
And fuck it, if I die, it was by your side
Hold me closer, I can't be your man
I don't think
just me and my P-N-see
Straight screamin' seventeen til' I D-I-E
Givin' all playa haters the blues it's a shame
What they do to that poor alligator
told you twice before but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine
[Chorus: x2]
Look at all this rumors
Started by
the Bottom
I'll die for Respect
I live by a code
My necklace froze
I'm blowing up fast
I'm bout to explode
I'm bigger and blacker
They done made me Bold
My
Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th
thug by nature
It's all about paper, fuck these haters
Everytime a nigga makes moves, it's major
Pager blowin' up, and nigga my celly off
[Intro]
Yeah, and if I died in your arms tonight
They say just like the Corinthians, you know
Paul wrote he said, "Man I die every day"
Ya know, time
I feel a touch like a cold breeze tickle my neck
She gonna show me more ways in the dark I would expect her to know by now
I won't bend or be
triculate wit melodies
Rehabilitated the hood rats, shake the specie
I'm tryin' to die filthy, rich and ruthless, I'm easy
See Austin niggas is know for
and take your life
What the hell you think this is?
Ain't no way you walkin' by
If you see them, let them know just how far
You lettin' shit go
You fuckin'
by the code
Gems of game yea I study the lessons
Know I’m not gon stop till I’m reaching my goals
I had it packed in the party with thotties on molly
inhibition
I'm tryin' to inspire you and get your soul uplifted
Hit me up for favors like we had some past relation
Come at me again, I'll fade you out like
I got hoes in atlanta
Bitches cali
Niggas in new york
My goons at the door
I see you chillin under street light
Limo tint do a drive by
Niggas aint
second intercepted
By the grind, gettin' mine
Nickel 9 for the haters
I reply "see you later"
When I die, go to hell, meet your maker
It's time
I get fly
what I stands for I rise for, my man's who I die for
Blows frontline in the war, despise law
I'm built to be guilty, filthy, dirty, rich
Niggaz wanna
shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They
These haters thinkin that
A nigga ain't gon stand up
But ima man up
Aiming to run these bands up
Chest out
Vest on with the tec out
Stressed out
.png/220px-Carnage_(Marvel_Comics_character).png "Carnage")
Discuss these haters die tryin by carnage Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In