damnlyrics.com

Die

We chapters of the same book, just a different page

Niggas in the struggle all out to get paid

Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid

Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave

We chapters of the same book, just a different page

Niggas in the struggle all out to get paid

Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid

Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the graveWhen you live by the sword, you die by the sword

I'll probably die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw

Die on stage, rippin' down tours

Die from age, trickin' out-a-town whores

Die 'cuz I didn't have one in the pipe

Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike

And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin'

No vest section from my chest missin'Die 'cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten

In a V twizzy in a reckless collision

Or die in the streets over somethin' petty

'Cuz a broke ass nigga tried to say I assed bet 'em

Die from a shot from a cig war glock

From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop

Or die 'cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin'

Too late, eight shots got my body nummin'Die for fuckin' his bitch in his bed

Die 'cuz a nigga thought I snitched to the feds

Die wit a knife six inches in my head

I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair

Or die 'cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker

I was high off vodka, hydro, and malt liquor

Die 'cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man

Die 'cuz the cops tricked me to say that manDie 'cuz I hesitated to spray that man

Die 'cuz I hesitated to pay that man

Die 'cuz my man passed me a empty tool

Die 'cuz I panicked, couldn't keep my cool

Die 'cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy

Or die 'cuz them niggas in jail, envyed me

Die tryin' to steal the fate of my enemy

I could go out from a case of mistaken identityOr die 'cuz the door wasn't open, it was locked

Die 'cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn't cock

Die 'cuz a nigga wasn't focused on the block

Die 'cuz them niggas thought the coke was in the spot

Die 'cuz another nigga said I said somethin'

Die 'cuz that newsy bitch said I did somethin'

Die 'cuz a nigga was tryin' to get a name

Or die 'cuz it was just my time to feel the flameMight get sparked, might not feel no pain

Might go out like dark-skinned Jermaine

Take a couple shots to the heart, to the brain

Got all the dough, don't know the cost of the game

Young buck didn't wanna come off the chain

Couldn't handle the rock, got horsed in the game

I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac

I'd rather go out in the Masjid makin' SalottWe chapters of the same book, just a different page

Niggas of the struggle all out to get paid

Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid

Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave

We chapters of the same book, just a different page

Niggas of the struggle all out to get paid

Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid

Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave

Enjoy the lyrics !!!