| Well, well
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| Well, well
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| Heatmakerz, crack music
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| Well, the good die young
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| Maybe it’s better
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| 'Cause where I’m from
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| Oh, where I’m from
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| I’m still affiliated with fellas that’s cautious
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| Lookin' at the news, man, we closer to hell than I thought
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| Reflectin' while I’m smokin' an L in my Porsche
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| Straight up out my pocket, man, I just posted bail in the car
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| I wish I could speak on my case
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| Not a good feelin' when police got the heat in your face
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| Minor setback, but we still gotta keep it always
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| Ridin' through my hood, it’s so much talent I seen that’s a waste
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| Without a platform, lookin' for an outlet
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| We was taught to get money and buy cars that ain’t out yet
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| If it was O-2, we was tryna get the O-3
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| My first ten Grants, I was tryna get an O-Z
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| Well, the good die young
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| Maybe it’s better
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| 'Cause where I’m from
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| Oh, where I’m from
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| Well, the good die young
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| Maybe it’s better
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| 'Cause where I’m from
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| We live forever, forever
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| I’m havin' thoughts of VA comin' back for you rats on the bus
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| Must have had an angel 'cause I shoulda been shackled and cuffed
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| Started catchin' feelin', feelin' love with the MAC when it bust
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| You ever hear the sound of all paper start cracklin' up?
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| The fire start to hit and the fee hid the cracks for a rush
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| Brothers killin' brothers so how could you ask me about trust?
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| Some of these things I’m havin' issues with
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| Forty-four bully with a beam with the pistol grip
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| Just to give you some pacifics
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| On what to tell the cops for ballistics
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| She left a bunch of kisses on my boxers with her liptstick
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| My cars from overseas, I buy my watches from the district of—
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| I’m a grown man, I’m my own man
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| Savage nigga and I swing iron like Conan
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| Have a bunch of ghost-face killas shoot at your whole clan
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| My man E caught a charge and now he tryna get a program
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| You pull up to the crib, you leave the keys with the doorman
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| It’s just life, nigga
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| It’s just life, nigga
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| It’s just life, nigga
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| Well, the good die young
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| Maybe it’s better
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| 'Cause where I’m from
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| Oh, where I’m from
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| Well, the good die young
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| Maybe it’s better
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| 'Cause where I’m from
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| We live forever, forever
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| I pledge allegiance to the flag
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| Of the United States of America
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| And to the republic
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| For which it stands
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| One nation
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| Under God
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| Indivisible
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| With liberty and justice for all |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good Die Young , by - Jim Jones. Song from the album El Capo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп