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Mr.Serv-On
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Die Rich
作詞:E Bell, D Dixon, E Espradron, T Herrera, L Johnson, M Johnson, R Johnson, M Phipps, E Smith, O'dell Vickers
Time to release this terror on you Best believe in these letters across my stomach I'm gonna blast on you, piss on you Fuck what these coward bitches told me
Live a quiet life, take a wife Fuck that I'm slanging this shit day and night Gimme a bitch, 36 ounces to a crooked scale A thousand pounds to a bail, nigga that's mail
If I fail to die with money in my pocket Nigga blast from my side if I ride I'm high siding on you motherfuckers Lot of you bitches made to suffer
For that cheese, so drop to your knees And say please to these young niggas, cap pillas And they be candy dealers, ready to pistol whip And to die rich shit a jail trip, I'll frustrate your bitch
A nigga wanna be laying in them guts Nigga, you know what's up I'm slanging this 'cane from Youngsfolk, Virginia to the bay Every day, flipping them browns
Sharp me for my shit, I'm baseball whipping Like Pac man, niggas don't doubt it, been 'bout it Rolling with my click, Prime Suspects Ready to die rich or die a bitch, you know my trip I'm ready to die rich or die a bitch nigga, you feel me
What's that music, man? Man, what's the real Milly bro? I said, 'Bro, I got to get, we got to get rich' Man, that nigga Gotti, Lil' Gotti Fuck it, so let's go get it 'cause you know I ain't no bitch
You either die rich or die a bitch Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch I want all that shit, I want all that shit I want all that shit, I want all that shit
Yo, I'm coming, you running 'cause I'm gunning My nine humming, 12 gauge to your fucking stomach Facing charges, my [unverified]is of runs and guns Getting it done, for the fun, putting it down like Torrence nigga
Run, be that killa California Home if that nigga did one leave you soaked Like a sonar, a No Limit soldier Been toting, fuck ghetto quotes
Murder he spoke, I never wrote I live with the most, I left a note PS undercover, pull the bluff from my coat, bitch You die rich or a bitch, nigga
Situation too real so you bail And when you see us don't bow, nigga kneel Used to wonder how you jump ship in full throttle But when a nigga got your heart too so you usually follow
Now you screaming and hollering with that middle no ax But the world can't hear you with that deed off your back You gameless but you shameless 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Like a five dollar hoe on the stroll
And it's gonna be ripped up to toe Guarantee to die a bitch, block hardy Not a prophet just a hoe ass bitch Huh, realists that smoke from your ass I hear you hollering, what?
My momma raised me up a little bad motherfucker At the age of fifteen told me slow down it brother You 'bout to get our shit with all that weed hold firm Don't be no bitch little nigga, get the riches of the world
So I'm a let know, I'm out for the gusto ripping some key I can't be late 'cause this murder rate is at an all time pace Less your kicks up, you better duck 'cause I could give a fuck As for this tool I got, step poppa gave me this stuff, nigga
You either die rich or die a bitch Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch I want all that shit, I want all that shit I want all that shit, I want all that shit
You either die rich or die a bitch Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch I want all that shit, I want all that shit I want all that shit, I want all that shit
You either die rich or die a bitch Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch I want all that shit, I want all that shit I want all that shit, I want all that shit
You either die rich or die a bitch Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch I want all that shit, I want all that shit I want all that shit, I want all that shit
Four, five, mack 10, my only friend Who can guarantee me papers till my end Selecting my dividends I want it all I'm macking a hog in 97, chasing down the cheddar
Down for whatever, hustling in any kind of weather Running with killers, thug niggas, drug dealers You feel us, no limit thrillers, mob figures Made niggas, living the family of grave niggas
So misbehave, front page my mafia wave Got me inches away from a cage my gat you display On partners be played, my silent prayers be thug haters In their grave I be a breeder
All my days can I take time out to pray 'Cause momma said judgment day ain't far away So I be thugging, pistol hugging, slug busting I wish a nigga would trip, I'm a do him wrong and split his dome To the moon, to the danger zone and get dealt with You either die rich or die a bitch, Lil Gotti, representing
I'm representing that whole Gambino Family Mia X, the farazano, unlady like Mr. Serv-On TRU, Prime Suspects, with that platinum shit With the beats by the pound, P, the colonel, that nigga Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder, the whole No Limit family, represent for you
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