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Live To Die

Ayo gas station Sammy, rich nigga live in Miami

They killed him and lived with his family

He was drunk spazzin' on a young nigga with cash

They did the best to him, whooped his ass

Bloody out, his ear was ripped, they know he loved his music

They poked him twice, his gear was ripped

Ninja style, niggas whipped him with a Benz belt, broke his arm

Crushed his Audemars with whelps

On his face, they was slappin' him, fake ass rapper

Old ass gun, pussy get Tinactin

Medicine face, nigga, they opened his mouth

A few gold fell out, wheel him out

He thinkin' he a gangsta?

Quit playin', listenin' to Sid and them

Because he sat up in bed to bid with 'em

Fishcakes, bubblegum shrimps in his Timbs

He had 12 and a half on, only wore 10

Niggas is lame, and I'm sayin'

All that hard, no damn frame, how you playin'?

Thought you bubble with the big Willies, flyin' in fast cars

And get busy, now he sittin' there lookin' dizzy

Don't look at Chef, nigga look at your rep

What dinosaur game you playin', they playin' death

Tax man comin', you can feel it

Besides, hold the ratchets in both arms

They gave it to him, peel itKill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings

We don't know no other way, just get millions

Pyrex kings and the cartels connected

Scars there, put your money up in wash wellsKill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings

We don't know no other way, just get millions

Pyrex kings and the cartels connected

Scars there, put your money up in wash wellsIndian Femi from Toronto

Him and his horse, Ganny and Ronald, two wild sopranos

Runnin' through ice, and niggas fall back

They bumped in the crunch, out of Eglinton

Selected niggas coal black

Used to wash them niggas up for chump change

Somethin' was strange, feds was listenin', ran out of the gun range

Son I feel vibes, not knowin' this was the time

To get away, but they rolled on alive

Black freeze out of the bushes, came deezed

Big three pound, four of them were beams

When they rushed him they cuffed him, we cussed them

Yo what the fuck?

You doin' life, little nigga, who the sucker, what?

Black was mad, he went for the cop's mag

They started susslin', the shot rang, that's bad

Black fellow was mizzed, like 33 Ds

Let off 100 shots, went madKill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings

We don't know no other way, just get millions

Pyrex kings and the cartels connected

Scars there, put your money up in wash wellsKill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings

We don't know no other way, just get millions

Pyrex kings and the cartels connected

Scars there, put your money up in wash wells

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