We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best Talkin’ high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess I seen young niggas cry, I seen young niggas fold I seen young niggas die because a young nigga told For the love of the money, for the

I just want to celebrate! I'm a motherfuckin nigga with an attitude Die nigga! We are born to die nigga You've been dyin for 400 years Niggas know how to die Niggas don't know nothin' else, but dyin' Niggas dream 'bout dyin' I got a case, of spittin' in

I fuck with you, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Wondering why I ain't got no feelings I can't trust these bitches Fucked on your sister and you know I did it Eliantte diamonds around all my niggas I'm the savage or a dog, it don't make no difference, ah Ride my

Look nigga, I've been this way Since them niggas loaded up them shotgun shells And shot my older cousin Nessa all in his face Fuck niggas talkin', my teachers called me a disgrace Had to pull up on 'em last weekend in the big Wraith I sold work on sick

Real niggas don't die Form on the plot Form with the plot One-Seven-Forty-Five Form at the plot Hood niggas don't lie My niggas don't die Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope

I done killed so many niggaz in the booth I sell rappers on ebay, Soldiers couldn't cause more disaster on D-Day, Haters better cover up they jaw like freeway, Cause every hit records spit instant like replay, Hold the line I got ya momma on 3-way, Tell

To all my thugs who puffed him You love him, yell his name I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Representin' Bucktown MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the

Fuck that other nigga When she tired of her nigga Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my nigga Fuck with other bitches I know this girl Fuck them other niggas I'll ride for my nigga I'll die for my nigga

I said it must be cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til

Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt Desperado, do work for