Lyrics Die (Featuring Tah Murdah, Black Child & Dave Bing) - Album Version (Edited) - Ja Rule , Caddillac Tah , Black Child , Dave Bing
Yea
We
about
money
and
murda
The
fuck
y'all
want
to
do
Either
pass
that
paper
Or
we
gonna
have
to
kill
you
It's
like
that
nigga
Don't
question
why
Cuz
when
it's
murda
motherfucker
Everybody
gotta
die
Die
motherfucker
die
Die
motherfucker
die
Die
motherfucker
die
Die
motherfucker
die
Money
ain't
never
been
nothing
I
hit
the
block
if
this
shit
get
ugly
And
it
ain't
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's
gangsta)
yeah
and
ain't
no
nigga
gone
match
me
Stocky,
chubby
nigga
voice
real
raspy
I
see
you
real
flashy
"but
that
ain't
gone
last
nigga"
Pop
fire
off
shots
"and
that's
your
ass
nigga"
It's
war
now
that's
why
I
keep
the
four
with
long
nozzle
Six-hundred
bad
bitch
on
it
holding
down
the
throttle
And
fuck
that
beef
shit
cause
some
beef
won't
die
And
some
niggas
will
say
they
gangsta
but
they
won't
ride
And
while
it's
hard
for
you
to
decide
I'll
let
it
fly
Forty
shots
hit
your
ride
up
hit
the
tropics
and
hide
up
Under
palm
tree's
to
white
sand
Everything
is
a
price
man
You
snipe
when
bullets
are
piping
hot
When
it's
your
flesh
it
begin
warming
you
Now
die
motherfucker
die
Cuz
I'm
tired
of
warning
you
Yeah
we
hear
now,
die
motherfucker
Don't
be
scared
now,
die
motherfucker
Black
Child
I'm
off
parole
it's
murda
now
In
a
hood
near
you
about
to
burn
it
down
Word
to
God
it
feels
like
I'm
from
every
hood
Cuz
when
you
ghetto
your
ghetto
with
gats
you
good
Sell
cracks
if
you
could
bust
your
gat
when
you
should
It's
for
my
blacks
from
the
bricks
back
to
Inglewood
We
eat
together
nigga
fuck
the
crossroads
In
this
world
my
flow
is
another
lost
soul
My
shit
sounds
like
shots
from
a
four
pound
For
these
bitch
clowns
it's
war
now
It's
all
about
paper
that's
my
issue
Fuck
peace
you
can
have
a
piece
of
the
pistol
Everybody
gonna
die
but
nobody
want
dead
Die
motherfucker
die,
it's
your
life
Everybody
wanna
live,
but
they
wanna
live
scared
Die
motherfucker
Die,
that's
your
life
Niggas
know
the
truth
Rule
raises
the
roof
Cuz
I
pop
more
shots
than
Abdul-Rauf
And
when
the
concludes
I
bring
closure
to
the
situ
Come
thru
squeeze
eight
out
the
stolen
black
pinto
Niggas
know
my
mental
kill
or
be
killed
head
for
the
hills
But
don't
never
slide
down
it
if
you
to
high
ground
it
(Puff,
puff)
uhhh!
Is
how
it
sounded
two
shots
thru
and
silent
And
one
nigga
stripped
of
his
talents
New
fucking
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
Bust
guns
erratic
shine
blind
like
carats
Rules
above
average
me
and
this
music
make
a
marriage
So
I
thee
wed
till
I'm
either
jailed
or
dead
motherfuckers
Feel
me
niggas
Word
to
God
Feel
us
nigga
We
here,
again
It's
Murda
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1 Intro (Ja Rule/Rule 3:36) - Album Version (Edited)
2 Watching Me - Album Version (Edited)
3 Between Me & You - Album Version (Edited)
4 Put It On Me
5 6 Feet Underground - Album Version (Edited)
6 Love Me Hate Me - Album Version (Edited)
7 Die (Featuring Tah Murdah, Black Child & Dave Bing) - Album Version (Edited)
8 F*** You - Album Version (Edited)
9 I'll F*** U Girl - Skit-Album Version
10 Grey Box - Skit-Album Version
11 Extasy - Album Version (Edited)
12 I Cry - Album Version (Edited)
13 One of Us - Album Version (Edited)
14 Chris Black - Skit-Album Version
15 Rule Won't Die - Album Version (Edited)
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