Willie D - Die lyrics

[Intro: Excerpt sampled from 'My Alibi'] Die motherf**ers, die motherf**ers, die! Die motherf**ers, die motherf**ers, die! Die motherf**ers, die motherf**ers, die! Die motherf**ers, die motherf**ers, die! ---- Willie D [Verse One: Willie D] Cause I'm sick of the weak-a** sh** you've been saying I'm sick of the weak-a** sh** you've been playing Make me wanna shoot my radio out But I won't do such, because it costs too much But I will do, is give you something brand new For the DJ's, emcees and fans too Some say I'm not mobbing But look around, count how many heads are bobbing [Chorus] Die motherf**ers, die motherf**ers, die! ---- Willie D All I have in this world ---------- Al Pacino as Tony Montana Die motherf**ers, die motherf**ers, die! ---- Willie D All I have in this world ---------- Al Pacino as Tony Montana Die motherf**ers, die motherf**ers, die! ---- Willie D All I have in this world ---------- Al Pacino as Tony Montana Die motherf**ers, die motherf**ers, die! ---- Willie D All I have in this world ---------- Al Pacino as Tony Montana [Verse Two: Willie D] I've heard your new song on the radio Hated that sh**, cause it sounded like a demo Now if you're so pro-black, punk b**h Stop getting them white boys to mix your sh** You get a n***a like Crazy C And your sh** won't sound so sloppy I know you hate what I said But if you run up, I'll put a gun upside your f**ing head Cause homeboy, I don't love you You get your mama, or somebody else to feel sorry for you Put your rhymes in a casket, dig a bed Bury your heads, cause that sh**'s dead I needed something that was holding So I've called New Orleans, and caught up with Rollin He said he had a boy who can play the piano His name was Gold Finger, so this ain't a sample Big Loc made the ba**-line groove He got paid, to sign with Stick-N-Move So you better find some new ideas And stay the f** away from here [Chorus] [Verse Three: Willie D] Now, tell your so-called super dope producers You need to stop f**ing with losers And get yourself some juice Call yourself a producer but ain't never produced (All I have in this world) Saw you stepping like a penguin; this ain't Ringling So you and your crew, can s** a mean one Old School beats get ruined Cause motherf**ers like you be putting weak-a** rhymes to 'em I can't help cause your ba** don't boom Your drums don't kick, and your horns are out of tune Make a n***a just lose respect Push 'stop', 'eject', and snatch your sh** out the tape deck Cause your lyrics are way out You should've stayed out, four tracks done played out Your production is booty, bro, save enough money So you can work out of the studio, then practice on your vocals And stop acting like you're universal, when you're local So take your whack-a** style, your whack-a** songs Your whack-a** girl, and take your whack-a** home [Chorus] [Interlude: Willie D] Yeah, this goes out to all you wanna-be, ain't-never-gonna-be-sh** Rappers on a local scene acting like you're all that Jealous-a**, ain't paid no motherf**ing dues Ain't sold no motherf**ing records (All I have in this world) But run around with T-Shirts with your name on 'em Yeah, you who*es don't try to be friend with a n***a Cause that big sh** will get your wig split [Excerpt sampled from the 1983 'Scarface' movie] All I have in this world ---------- Al Pacino as Tony Montana All I have in this world ---------- Al Pacino as Tony Montana [Chorus] [Excerpt sampled from 'My Alibi'] Die motherf**ers, die motherf**ers, die! Die motherf**ers, die motherf**ers, die! Die motherf**ers, die motherf**ers, die! ---- Willie D [Outro: Overvoice] Heeeeyyyy! (four knocks on wall) Turn that sh** down!