When Death Becomes You-M.O.P.
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TXT When Death Becomes You-M.O.P. 文本歌词
Yeah, ni**a
The smoke of New York
Get up, come on
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, but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
Ni**a you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Ni**a cock the steal, this is kill or be killed
Ni**a sh*t is real in the field
What's the procedures ni**a
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, fire
Yes, yes, give 'em the whole thang
I'm a legend in the town, now
Since your all gangstered up lets get the f**k down
Big Bill dancin' I'm reppin for buck town
Ni**a see me dummin' I'm comin', clutchin' the pound
Don't 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-that's what's up
You too tough ni**a, you dun rap it up
Brownsville, cl-cl-clap it up
Fif put in the call
We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, yes yes
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, but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
Ni**a you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Ni**a cock the steal, this is kill or be killed
Ni**a sh*t is real in the field
You got these young niggaz hollerin' murderer
Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka
Niggaz don't give a f**k
I seen a ni**a shoot my momz
Right in front of my mother f**kin' face
See in the 'ville, ain't such a thing as a straight bullet
When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
Slugs ain't never outta season
All you gotta do is give a mother f**ker one reason
Blood stains on the ceilin'
Same place he stood, that's what they leave 'em
Don't black it out, lets just squeezin' off with your gun
'Cuz you gon' get your punk a** robbed with the young
You know the drill
I'ma give your a** three seconds to bounce
And you better not chark
One, f**k that, dumb b**ch, rest in bliss
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, but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
Ni**a you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Ni**a cock the steal, this is kill or be killed
Ni**a sh*t is real in the field
