paroles de chanson Death Before Dishonor - GVO CJ

Gotta put on for everybody that can't put on
Make em get out the way if my youngins got they hoods on
We gon recycle that, reuse equipment, reduce the tension, while he go retype that sentence
But really penny pinching, I make sure my cash replenish
Keep a rod man, while my bitch change her hair like Dennis

No tennis, I'm stepping way too efficient
I'm Christian but to society I'm probably a menace
I could care less what they think I just need gang on the pendant

Got the home team on the chain, so I'm sleeping with extensions
Stack it to the ceiling, till the whole city look like Tetris
Don't ask who gon catch it, throw it deep and my dawgs gon fetch it
I got that iron will, so Ima need that Smith and Wesson
Leave some niggas with blessings and if they start interrogating, bet not answer questions
Or you gon learn a lesson
Play Russian roulette like the old western movies
Right now we rolling doobys
Clean up the scene, can't leave no mystery behind for Scooby

Blue diamonds for the set, we can't downgrade to no ruby
They wanna hear about that murder shit but I ain't shooting
Unless it come down to the fam, then you know I'm suited
If you owe me I'm making sure my youngins come back looted
The city cheer for us I remember that they wasn't rootin
The main attraction all of a sudden everybody glued in
Young rich gentlemen, realtor say that it's time to move in
Blowing trees and pushing Ps, I guess it's time to move him
See the whole team scoring, like we back home hooping
Living that cream and wearing ice, gon have to double scoop it
They know Ceej got the whole VO going stupid
Niggas out here regrouping

Tryna stack teams I say that we the chosen ones
Not no idol like Buddha, but, we the golden ones
Two say he hit the jeweler, so who the frozen ones
This shit come off the muscle, we don't live off stolen funds
We rolling loud and living proud, youngins just having fun
He play around, we run em down, leave em with punctured lungs
This just for fun
Lol Nigga

Death before dishonor, God won't let them weapons harm us
If you trying to scar us, you gon have some bad karma
Sleeping with it by the bed can't let no one alarm us
We'll put em down if they want beef but don't call us no farmers
Sorry your honor