Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't Wanna Die, artist - 8Ball. Date of issue: 18.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Don't Wanna Die |
| Gloomy days got my head twisted |
| Mystic visions of a razor blade |
| Cut my blunt with precision |
| Stuff it till it’s bustin' |
| Sippin' on some Tussin |
| Imagine it, gothic hustlin' |
| Men tusslin', women fussin' |
| And they babies in the corner cryin' |
| Young niggas bang, and they ain’t afriad of dyin' |
| Pistol keepers, mobile phones and beepers |
| Cars and hoes, and plenty dust for the geekers |
| Me, I’m a break beater, microphone eater |
| Weed leader, siizlin' like a fajita |
| But it’s so hard for me to stay out the streets |
| Behind tint blowin' cheap |
| Fuckin' with freaks |
| What kinda role model, I’ma be? |
| Don’t get it twisted |
| Gifted, linquistic. |
| graphic and realistic |
| God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with |
| Sense enough to know when to quit |
| I don’t wanna die |
| I don’t wanna die (lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today) |
| I don’t wanna die |
| I don’t wanna die |
| Thinkin' about what my eyes witnessed |
| Thinkin' about what my kids gon' see |
| When they get grown and independent |
| What you doin' baby? |
| 18, strippin' daily |
| A small ass apartment, tryin' to flip a Mercedes |
| I don’t knock shit, unless you a fiend |
| Tryin' to hock shit |
| Protectin' myself |
| I gotta grab the gock and pop shit |
| I guess that’s the problem with the world today (what?) |
| Black, white, asian |
| So many people think this way |
| Fuck with me and I’ll shoot ya |
| We live in, what used to be the space age, future |
| To acid droppin' hippies |
| Now they run the country |
| Drug smugglin' with my tax money |
| Bomb makers, nuclear, death creators |
| White power, skin head, Jew and nigga haters |
| All of this, plus I gotta watch the nigga next door |
| What you think I pray for, man |
| Life ain’t nothin' but preperation |
| For the angels and the demons that we all gon' face when |
| The soul and the body seperate, that’s death |
| Nothin' left but darkness, after your last breath |
| Well, all of that shit is in the past |
| Enjoy it while you got it, cause you can’t take it with your ass |
| Where I’m from, any day can be your last |
| That’s why them thug niggas live life hard and fast |
| Slowdown, and find yourself surrounded by the lowdown |
| Unaware, a showdown’s about to go down |
| Why we gotta clown instead of bein' kinfolks |
| Why do white folks, think all we know is sellin' dope? |
| Some can’t cope, and got out hangin' from a rope |
| Slit wrists, found shakin' from an overdose |
| 2Pac and Biggie got they life snatched away |
| Nobody knows when they gotta go, mayne |
| That’s all baby |
| You never know when you gotta go |
| Deaths around the corner |
| Your nobody, till somebody kils you |
| But I don’t wanna die |
| I don’t wanna die |
| Hey, I don’t wanna die |
| Can you hear me? |
| I don’t wanna die |
| I don’t wanna die |
| I don’t wanna die |
| DIe, die, die, die, die (repeated till end) |