Ty Fyffe - Die lyrics

[Tah Murdah] Yea We about money and murda The f** y'all want to do Either pa** that paper Or we gonna have to k** you It's like that n***a Don't question why Cuz when it's murda motherf**er Everybody gotta die Die motherf**er die Die motherf**er die Die motherf**er die Die motherf**er die [Tah Murdah] Money ain't never been nothing I hit the block if this sh** get ugly And it ain't never been in my heart to let n***as thug me Hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy And pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me (It's gangsta) yeah and ain't no n***a gone match me Stocky, chubby n***a voice real raspy I see you real flashy "but that ain't gone last n***a" Pop fire off shots "and that's your a** n***a" It's war now that's why I keep the four with long nozzle Six-hundred bad b**h on it holding down the throttle And f** that beef sh** cause some beef won't die And some n***as will say they gangsta but they won't ride And while it's hard for you to decide I'll let it fly Forty shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up Under palm tree's to white sand Everything is a price man You snipe when bullets are piping hot When it's your flesh it begin warming you Now die motherf**er die Cuz I'm tired of warning you [Black Child] Yeah we hear now, die motherf**er Don't be scared now, die motherf**er Black Child I'm off parole it's murda now In a hood near you about to burn it down Word to God it feels like I'm from every hood Cuz when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should It's for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood We eat together n***a f** the crossroads In this world my flow is another lost soul My sh** sounds like shots from a four pound For these b**h clowns it's war now It's all about paper that's my issue f** peace you can have a piece of the pistol [Chorus 2X: Ja Rule] Everybody gonna die but nobody want dead Die motherf**er die, it's your life Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared Die motherf**er Die, that's your life [Ja Rule] n***as know the truth Rule raises the roof Cuz I pop more shots than Abdul-Rauf And when the concludes I bring closure to the situ Come thru squeeze eight out the stolen black pinto n***as know my mental k** or be k**ed head for the hills But don't never slide down it if you to high ground it (puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded two shots thru and silent And one n***a stripped of his talents New f**ing Yiddy City the s** and violence Where first time offenders get floated to the island And one time give a n***a one time Breathe wrong and a n***a have a blown mind I blow lines like an addict Bust guns erratic shine blind like carats Rules above average me and this music make a marriage So I thee wed till I'm either jailed or dead motherf**ers Feel me n***as [Black Child] Word to God Feel us n***a We here, again It's Murda [Chorus 2X]