Текст песни DIE AND LIVE 4EVER - 2real Chain

Yeah
Can I have the choir to stand please
WILT CHAIN13BERLAIN
Yeah

Bitch you
Stepping on who
Nigga I got news for you
Who must got me fucked up
Big dawg who
Nigga not you
You mixed breed mutt bitch
I can't believe you said that
Make yo peace wit god
Get on yo knees and get yo' shit together
Get yo' shit together, yeah
Nigga don't you know you got to die for you to get to heaven
Die for you 2 get to heaven, yeah
Hold yo' head
Don't you know that death just mean you live 4-Eva
You gone live... 4-Evaaa, yeah This gone be yo' best decision
I can't think uh' nun' you done better lately
Go give death a whirl
Nigga die and live 4-eva maybe
Die and live 4-evaaa, yeah
Die So you can live 4-Eva?...Yeah
I ain't scared
Fuck death
My mind made up
I came to do it
You wanted this
And you came came for this
Now here it go
You smell it brewing
Hold you head
Don't you know that death just mean you live 4ever
Don't you shed no tears
Don't you go out like them lames be doing
Pray for me
But more importantly somebody pray for him
He aint wanna listen
Now he gotta face these instruments
Face the music
He ain't use his brain now he gone lose it
At least you get to die my nigga I'm gone have to live with this
I thought that you said
You a big dawg
Why I hear puppy noise
What you say my nigga? I can't hear you
Use yo' gangsta voice
I gave you a gang uh' chances
You the one ain't take one uh' em
How many games you thought I'd let you play
Before I play one uh em
You can't say you spun't them niggas block
If you ain't take one uh' em
I don't feel no pressure
I surround myself wit day ones huh'
Like I said
I gave you a gang uh' chances
You the one ain't take it boy
I'm either gone spare yo' life or scrape it boy
It's gone be to late for him
If I call 2real60 up
And 2real60 Giddy up and
Meet me at the scene
6'o got my back
He be behind me doing his dirty dance
I call 6'o heaven hands
If you know what I mean
We got guns w drums and all
GLOCKS BITCH
We got CHOP-STICKS
Tactical's my favorite
I like infrared beams
Flashlight attachments on a dirty glock 19teen
Nigga don't you know you gotta'
Die for you to get to heaven
He say he want beef with me
Okay this nigga must be dumb
He must not fully understand or sum'
He wanna' throw hands with me
I save my hands for altercations with my friends
I'm trynna blow his fuck'n lips off
Mhmm
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Mhmm-Hmm
Mhmm-Hmm
Mhmm
He can't speak no mo'
Feather weights
And heavy weights
That shit don't exist no mo'
New age this a new division
We ain't trynn' hear that shit no mo'
Fuck that toe-2-toe talk
Bitch I love the way this glizzy blow
He got innat' ring with me
With 12 shots I had 50 tho'
Red Dots
And Green Dots
Extendos and Drums
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Nigga we got... Red Dots
And Green Dots
And Flashlights on Guns
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Ha-llow points
For yo' body nigga
Ha-llow points
Make sure it go inside a nigga
Red Dots
And Green Dots
And Flashlights
And whatever you want