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mike-d (s.u.c.) - don't mind dying lyrics

(-talking-)
come on say uh, gangsta sh-t n-gga
g sh-t come on what, uh say uh

[intro]
this that gangsta talk, that gangsta music
that uh gangsta walk, how the gangstas do it – 2x

[mike d]
just when you busters thought, the game was all over
i’m fresh out the pen, with backpacks on both shoulders
i got bricks in one, coffee cups in the other
oz’s getting baked, cause me i like em smothered
i get kisses on both cheeks, cause that’s how don n-ggas do it
my people’s give me work cheap, cause i run right through it
i’m still gangsta n-gga, doing what i wan’ do
ain’t no breathing this summer n-gga, we playing spondu
his left hand give me, sky’s the limit
got that cash lil’ daddy, but dog i got’s to get it
cause uh i’m a hustler, from my soul
and i rock the block, like i’m billy blonco
catch me in the all black, tinted durango
stomping in my 9-5 max’s, and kangos
i’m back in the deck, and bout to slam another do’
wish a n-gga would run up, i’ma fill him full of holes

[hook – 2x]
i done told these n-ggas once, i don’t mind dying
and everything that i love, i’ma throw it on the line
when these n-ggas go to tripping, i’ma duck aim and fire
and bury motherf-ckers, till the moment i retire

[den den]
see i was built from scratch, compounds of sticky
daddy had me around g’s, dressed in d-ckies
taught me how to use my hands, and box so well
and to bury motherf-ckers, that might go and tell
see this world is real wicked, and full of shife
and your main f-cking trigger, might take your life
i stay strapped with teflons, eyes on focus
blowing on k!ller green, sitting on sh-t that’s poking
hoping and low poking, i might die of old age
so d-mn hard, not to hit the news page
gangs like sadaam, with the microwave cluttered
my fingers the whipper, come with grams of b-tter
hustling like o.j., trying to beat the murder
i’m in a open stride, no time to st-st-stutter
and if you get in my path, i’ma bl-bl-bluck ya
f-cking with a real n-gga, that’s down to hurt ya

[hook – 2x]

[money]
it’s gangsta, n-ggas is fronting and let me get
you see i’m fired up, and two to one my life is sent
to bring em already, snap necks the close of kin
that be the bend, and the gr-ss we stacking in
real g’s stack g’s, on the code we falling in
with the s-ss name n-gga, getting away i’ma route ends
with some flying in, from all up for the triple win
i need a triple spin, everytime for the dirt we in
i got my money right, wanna go to war i’ll take your life
get money for your head, send your tongue back to your wife
with a pair of dice with all snake eyes, you lost your life
i done buried a n-gga once, don’t make it twice
cause i don’t mind dying, storming the lot god forgive me twice
cause i’ma have to, take another life
i told these n-ggas once, if i been in and being shife
give me my money, don’t give a d-mn just take his life

[hook – 2x]

[mista mj]
i done told these n-ggas once, won’t be a second time
i done lost a lot of what i love, so i don’t mind dying
plus these n-ggas keep lying, bout what i’m supplying
i’m fin’s to start hog tying, and b-tch n-gga jaw wiring
so it’s kool-aid for grind, you better get your guns up
you better put your funds up, cause i express wind up
and it’s a straight come up, go on unlock the safe
and unc-ck your face, cause you gon drop me the weight
and i ain’t leaving without it partna, your wife’ll get raped
put them kids in duct tape, f-ckers stocking on my face
cause i’m a basket case, i get away with no trace
and if you step out of line, i’ma put you in place
i’m getting down on my grind, with 44’s by my spine
it’s the m to the i to the s-t-a-m-j, everytime
i pledge allegiance to crime, i pledge allegiance to rhyme
i pledge to bleed the motherf-ckers, to the day they out me down

[hook – 2x]

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