One Drop Scott - Til My Casket Drops lyrics

Mo' murder, mo' murder A body fulla tack 2's, battlescars from bullet wounds New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues n***as that ride til they rue with the attitude of 'f** the world' from tryin to k** us everytime we move You're perpetratin to be a k**er but I know you're fakers Them jealous cowards k**ed my n***a 2PAC in Vegas Vague kind of bullets fired, we're ready to die with open eyes I be the last man standin when the smoke dies This world's infested with haters, wannabe players Player hatin a real player cos he's livin major No disrespect to you redneck blood-s**in pigs If a n***a die, just give my cash to my wife and kids But what you thought makes the world go round I got an ese in the East Bay ballin a hundred pounds Push a 600 rag drop E-12 Dump a 100-round clip in ya, ask about my mail Chorus: I try to keep my focus, on survivin and money Can't let them n***as smoke us, before we unload them talons Traumatise and hope this is how we leave em when they hit us With the guts to die, pullin the trigger til my casket drops *repeat* Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did 'Pac But I don't give a f** I'm a ride til my casket drop It don't stop until you s**er n***as drippin jelly Pumpin slugs into you motherf**in pig's belly I'm full of indica weed laced with h**n Call it Kryptonite-on the dead, I'mma risk tonight Blast the first motherf**er that steps Up to my ride, not knowin where my weapon is kept I shoot in-side their chests, I'mma thug life, I'm crazy Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies f**in s**er a** n***as that didn't ??? ??? Hard lies on him and didn't retaliate Hard then later on "sh**, hey what's happenin?" We woulda chased them s**ers down and capped em Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right Look me up cos I'm a ride until my casket drops Chorus Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare k** all my black folks and the peckerwoods wouldn't care Keep my head up, duckin and dodgin from the state pen Cos fo' sho', ain't no future in goin back again They got to k** me, fill me up with lead Let me, die slowly from my boots to my head As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I Rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why The PD reach but catch concrete Never sol-ved, gone off indica and Hennessey Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws With my gun up, punk, I run up on alla y'all Then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money Now I stole Rolex diamond, shinin outta sunny West Coast the spot, servin caine to get the millions Distributin the game, makes you want to get the billions Chorus