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mac dre - live 'til i die lyrics

[verse 1: black jesus]
if you funkin’ harder than iraq with your cobra commando
fingers gettin’ blisters, plus you runnin’ outta ammo
i advise for you to get it handled
or expect to get more sacks than randall
cunningham, better do the running man
if you ain’t got a gun in your and then scramble
like eggs for breakfast, come back with a rage, aggression
and stray like a tiger who vandals
then maneuver up the block
like my n+gga hus’ from the p with handles
accelerate it to the floor
push these scr+pers like we was in lambos, sh+t
life is a gamble
be all beach and sandals until somebody come and drop a anvil
i’m tryna live ’til i die
keep purp in my woods and thizz ’til i fry
in a ‘rari, stunt on rodeo drive
but it’s still acorn for life
war mark told me to sleep in my nikes
but unc the most told me to eat in the night
and stay ferocious like a fear in a lion

[interlude: mac dre]
hold up, man, come on now, black jesus
come on, cuddie
n+gga, you know better than that
boy, you know that sh+t went over them people head, man
man, i’ma reiterate words that you just chose literate
so these crooked n+ggas can get it straight
didn’t you hear that n+gga?
that n+gga say he gon’ live ’til he die
yeah, and that’s my motto: live ’til i die
[verse 2: mac dre]
yep, you right (n+gga, how you know?)
man, pimpin’ had to let that b+tch go
she a dime tryna steal my shine
tell that b+tch, “take a number, get your ass back in line”
you wastin’ my muh’f+ckin’ time
i’m the biggest thing since sprite put lemon with lime
have you lost yo’ motherf+ckin’ mind?
you must don’t know, b+tch, i’m the kind
b+tch, i’m the kind, b+tch

[outro: mac dre]
alright, caught me on a nice day
tell you what i’ma do
i ain’t gon’ do nothin’ to you
but you better get your ass ready, b+tch
’cause your whole world finna come crumbling down around your ass, yeah
everybody that know you gon’ hate that they even met you, man, yeah
even that fat, stanky ass, greasy mama you got, b+tch, yeah
they gon’ get rid of knowing you, yeah
they gon’ trade you in for something

- mac dre lyrics

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