Gino Marley - Want A n***a Dead lyrics

[Hook] If I want a n***a dead, I just come with the price See my kush, money and lean having more than ya life In my trap go crazy, like it came with the right And we ain't selling weed, all we sell is the white A n***a disrespect then he dying tonight I swear a lotta mommas, they crying tonight And shooters on the roof, like they came with the snipes If I want a n***a dead, I just come with the price [Verse 1: Fredo Santana] I got shooters on the roof that will take your life And if you holding on the guns my n***as will take your pipes And if you cop around the squad, better tuck your ice Cuz there's some hungry savages around And they ain't playing that nice I got some real k**ers with me right now And if you looking kinda crazy they will blow ya a** down Hit his a** with the niner four five Send his a** to heaven, about fourty rounds See these n***as talking crazy, but they really ain't no sh** And they whole life, ain't even worth more than my b**h And what chu say your whole life I spend that on my wrist And what chu spend up on your ? I spend that on some kicks [Hook] [Verse 2: Gino Marley] If you wanna be a boss that sh** come wit a price Trap going crazy like it come wit the hypes Pay me by the sums, so don't play wit ya life And is a f**ing gunfight, don't come here with a knife It's cheaper over there, I comment on the fly I remember stashing bundles, off a Saturday night Graveyard shift they felling along with the nights Dope money trap, it's part of my life Got shooters on the roof, AK's or the snipes It's choices to this sh**, so don't gamble your life Got shooters on the roof, AK or the snipe And since I'm Gino Marley we habit your life [Hook] [Verse 3: SD] If I want a n***a dead, I let the squad take his life I got shooters on the roof, they'll sail with the snipes If you playing wit my money, then you dying tonight But we do homicide,that'll lead mommas crying tonight Got bundles full of white, we even trap on the bikes We a 24 hours, don't get caught with your wife There's some gun show, you might wanna ride with your pie Cuz my boys catch you lacking, this the end of your life Got my people across the border, transporting the white And these n***as talking crazy, must not care bout their life And this money added up, my b**h cost more than your life We got guns by the crates, you better come with the price [Hook]