paroles de chanson When Death Becomes You - M.O.P.

[M.O.P Intro]
Hahahahahaaa
Yeah Nigga
Whoo.
The Smoke of New York
Get up, Come On!
Ah!

[50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus]
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame. (whoooooo)
So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you (come on)
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.
You a rider right, that ride tonight (come on)
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight. (come on)
Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed (come on)
Nigga shit is real in the field.

[Billy Danze Verse]
Whats the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth
When you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die
Like the man that i am, Fireeeeee!
Yes Yes, give um the whole thang
Im a legend in the town, Nowww
Since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down
Big Bill dancin' im reppin' for Buck town
Nigga see me dummin' im comin' clutchin' the pound
Dont worry about my whereabouts
We air um out, clear um out, Yes Yes
The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up
Th-th-th-th-th thats what's up
You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up
Brownsville, cl-cl-cl-cl-cl Clap it up!
Fif put in the call.
We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, Yes Yes

[50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus]
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame. (uh)
So front if you want to (uh huh), but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave. (yes)
You a rider right, that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight. (right)
Nigga cock the steal (uh huh), this is kill or be killed (brrrrrrrr!)
Nigga shit is real in the field.

[Lil Fame Verse]
You got these young niggaz hollerin "Murderer!"
Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka
Niggaz dont give a fuck.
I seen a nigga shoot my mom'z, right in front of my motherfuckin' face
See in the 'ville, aint such a thing as a straight bullet
When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
Slugs aint never outta season (uh huh).
All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason (Uhh!)
Blood stains on the ceilin'.
Same place he stood, thats what they leave um
Dont black it out, lets just squeez'in off with your gun (uh huh)
Cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young
You know the drill.
I'ma give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not? chark?
1... Fuck that... [3 gunshots]. Ah bitch!. Rest in bits!

[50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus]
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame.
So front if you want to (uh huh), but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.
You a rider right, that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.
Nigga cock the steal (uh huh), this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field.