mc eiht – till i die lyrics
[eiht]
geah
thug sh-t, n-gg-
g’s in the y-2-k
hey, what can i say? (geah)
hoo-bangin’s official, n-gg-
and right now we gon’ do some of that thug sh-t for that -ss (killa)
geah, that’s makin’ me wanna do some of that evil sh-t (west side!)
check it out
[eiht]
feel a little gust of wind so i jet
this real n-gg- dwells from compton, no sh-t
thugs town, right now car jacks and sales
county bus rolls through – n-gg-s trips to jail
what the h-ll won’t trade it, high cl-ss can’t fade it
out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it
y’all n-gg-s hate to get a dubs and rocks
land of the green weed and cars that ? ? ? ? hops
don’t stop – packin’ my heat and beretta
guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather
whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!)
it’s a done deal when i hit you run way
y’all n-gg-s must be gay, smilin’ and shakin’
how this b-tch greed shakin’ up money, we keep mention
never fakin’ the funk, punk, i pops the trunk
4-5 hittin’ yo’ body, takin’ a big chunk, geah
till i die nuthin’ but makin’ cheese
till i die tryin’ to come up on ki’s
till i die nuthin’ but guns and weed
till i die givin’ you just what you need
[eiht]
murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
steel is my reputation, caps get peeled
front line n-gg- for dollars is my n-gg-
but i’m kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers
till my dying day i lay away
till my very last breath, n-gg-, i swear to make you pay
guilty conscience? never me!
last night n-gg- done caught a felony
jealousy try to approach, wanna promote
then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc!
shake down cause these n-gg-s f-ckin’ with yours
get in where you fit in even if it’s a back door
or the window, tie up the ho’, where’s the scope?
trying to hand me you popped, you’re booked, i want more
lock down for me on the bus downtown
now my – outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah
chorus…
[mack 10]
till i die is gon’ be h double o
b-a-n-g-i-n fo’ sho’
n-gg-s never thought that they would ever see me
with my – eh – blue rag buddy from the c-p-t
we be kickin’ in do’s, sweevin’ 4-4’s
shovin’ 30 clips in a fully mack 1-0’s
so as the clock tickin’ – and the plot thickens
we be juggin’ up sherman – and rockin’ up chicken
(what you need, n-gg-? )
time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch
and bust on the m-th-f-ckin’ neighborhood watch
my money greener than a clover – in a 4-6 rover
i be a millionaire thuggin until it’s all over
i take a ice cold 40 of cristal and what they servin’
me and a persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin’ doja while we swervin’
keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, n-gg-
be my piece of the pie, n-gg-, so i ride until i die,n-gg-
chorus…
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