[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I rather die on my mother f**ing feet 'fore a n***a live on his knees
Twin Glocks in my palm back against the wall I'm ready for war
My enemies die slow when I ride screaming THUG LIFE pistol in the sky
Remember me
As a real n***a when I go
The Hennessy
Got me riding dirty with my crew, n***a M-O-B
p**y a** n***as better duck they tails
n***as can hide when my squad bail n***a we ballin
Alizé and weed keept on callin' gotta get some more
Intoxicated got almost had me falling lemme hit the floor
World Wide MOB figures I bet you all of my n***as ready to die n***a
Can you feel me?
World Wide MOB Figure
Don't even wear yo strap if you ain't ready to die n***a
My attitude like f** it middle finger towards the public
Bringing buckets to all my adversaries and I love it
My momma stress every night telling me to slow down
I said "Momma I'm in too deep ain't no turning back now"
Cause the n***as from the other side they want me dead
Catch me slipping roll up on me put a hole in my head
And the chronic just to got me even more paranoid
Looking out the window if they coming I'm ready for 'em
Just remember 2Pacalypse never ran from 'em
Ran to 'em eyes open with both guns dump'n
And till then tell them mother f**ers to strap up
Guns blazing when they act up
[Hook]
I see d**h around the corner
I see d**h around the corner
I see d**h around the corner
I see d**h around the corner
I see d**h around the corner
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
So I move way different than I used to
Eyes in back of my head everything bulletproof
Walking out the house cautious
Circle round the block twice before my car park it
My allies despise my success so they got me watching my every step
No exaggeration I know I can feel the reapers breath
Hovering over me like a helicopter or a 747 on autopilot
All of my problems dissolve once I take control of my own destiny
Hop on my murder chart overcome the odds
This goes out to all my dogs
Just holler if you hear me like a charger made by dodge made by dodge
Just ask Pac what it's like to be ready every night
AK-47 by the window aiming at car lights
For Makaveli the Mac is ready to explode
On any mother f**er who curse his soul
d**h around the corner
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
I saw him near last week
In my Oldsmobile some n***as try to blast me
So I co*ked back the 4-5 no lie
Let my trigger finger fly like n***a n***a die
Close call player haters wanna see me fall
I shows no mercy you better be ready for war
f** the law should I ride on my own two
No crew just see what this Mac-11 gon do
Plenty bodies gon be dropping soon as I come through
Hop out let it rip head slugs go threw
BOW-BOW-BOW-BOW sound of my melody
Murder murder k** k** what them voices be telling me
Ever since a baby a n***a was living crazy
Age 13 playing with heaters ready for beef like
You want it you can get it anyway that you want it
Hit yah block
Parents get smoked fast like marijuana
I trust no one everyday I'm watching my back
It's a well known fact that I see d**h around the corner