Dying With Your Boots On
(专辑: The World Is Yours - 1993)
Trouble seems to catch a
motherfucker with his cards down Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's getting hard now These motherfucking cops be planting shit on these niggas Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger I
just can't get no peace from you motherfucking rollers Every time I
pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over I'm sick of motherfuckers who be jocking Whitey's coattails Blacker than a
motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my dope sales Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my face The
only thing you probably get from me is a
cock-sucking pistol case Unless you plan on planting a
lil' something in my shit Just because you ain't got shit, bitch! Give 'em a
badge and a
trigger and that makes 'em figure That they can fuck with a
million-dollar nigga They got you mixed up, fixed up, that's a
shame 'Cause you can end up getting fucked up in game The
only way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you whip that motherfucker And we choke the
motherfucker (Man, fuck that motherfucker!) So when you hear my song and wanna get it on You better come prepared motherfucker, you dying with your boots on (Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots) Dying with your boots on (Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots) Yeah Do you know how many years you're facing inside? 25 to life and that's on the
real So you better snitch on your partner Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I
ain't going out by myself Niggas getting caught, doing time, so they snitching They picking niggas up on a
funky-ass suspicion We'll be going down for some questioning we think And end up getting hit with the
fucking kitchen sink Racketeering, laundering, kingpin wondering If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them Just because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter We'll sell each other out, and start ratting on our partners They start bringing up shit that happened back in '85 And in comes the
lie just to reduce their fucking time! You might as well play the
state 'cause you gon' do day for day And selling out your homeboys ain't the
shit 'Cause y'all gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch! Mobbing with your white suits on And dying with your motherfucking boots on (Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)