Die
(专辑: Welcome To: Our House - 2012)
[Hook:] Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you I
got a
bullet with your name on it, coming through the
radio Sounds like I
got an AK dumping straight to the
radio If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a
shooter Soon as I
pull my gun I
know someone's gonna die, die, die, die Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die Tonight [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Nigga, this that shooter music I'm about that life so much I
might go touch my rifles butt And my dick just might go up Nigga, that nostril on that rifle'll knock the
snot right out you Try me and I
try out ya The
drum on the
gun is Beta like Phi Alpha But there ain't no frat niggas in the
hood be calling me Tackleberry And if he's iron, he will have him a
easier time trying To put on some pads and go in and try to tackle Barry Then he go against this got damn G4 buying, Detroit lion I'm about that life so much I
might go golf Trying to get me a
hole-in-one, reminding me of my life when I
go off Homocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the
time it's dark Dahmer signing his name on a
dotted line with a
bloody body part I
don't give a
fuck if they wilding, I
got a
clip full of fucking Ray Allens Selling that Sarah Palin, in broad day, a
Letterman Fallon When I
shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and holling like (Bombs away) Bootsy Collins [Hook] [Verse 2: Crooked I] They shot my nigga three times, as his abdominal bled They robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino led To other dominos falling in his clique, off with their heads, sick Saw him in that hospital bed, leaned away from the
doctor and said They'll all be dead soon, and I'm talking before that nurse can change the
IV I'm a
put em in the
dirt, leave em leaking rasberry flavored ice tea My G, kill him and take his ID I'm a
renegade like E-M-I-N-E-M and Ja-Y-Z Bitch it's karate, it's Mr. Miyagi mixed with Issey Miyake Smell that chopper kicking when it's lifting ya body Quick as Buggatis, then I'm hitting the
Omni With a
chicken licking my dick in the
lobby; this New Edition, I'm Bobby Fast laner I'm speaking the
truth, put 3
in the
coupe, I'm a
wet your head like a
leak in the
roof Then I'm leaving the
booth for gas chamber My granny calling me a
rap singer But she don't know I
use my strap finger [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Look, this a
whole nother ether Hop out, black mask, low Caesar Tell the
goonies keep it low with the
reefer New bodies on old heaters We ain't rapped too tight Starving, they thought Jeffrey Dahmer had appetite I'm detail, not derail Don't lay your head if you shit by it Got skeletons, but my shit private I
paved the
way, y'all misguided So try it, I'm a
send a
threat Tie her up don't end her yet Bullet go through your wife's eye now we know you ain't on the
internet In my head I
see amateurs, can't retain a
memory All I'm left with is images With that I'm putting emphasis And in parentheses Put he's hated by large percentages And all my nemesis won't even let 'em on the
premises One shot, change him for life, he'll be belligerent Even his text messages are gonna read like he's whispering Bulletproofed the
hoodie for Trayvon Martin Then go to war with the
cops, even they aren't pardoned [Hook]