Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Die Soon, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Date of issue: 18.09.2001
Song language: English
Gotta Die Soon |
| Well fuck you too |
| Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway |
| Fuckin wit me I have you bustin niggas any day |
| Duckin the heat |
| Yeah that’s how i gotta be |
| With a murder on my shoulders |
| Now I’m a straight O. G |
| I know I gotta die soon anyway |
| Fuckin wit me I have you bustin niggas any day |
| Duckin the heat |
| Yeah that’s how I gotta be |
| With a murder on my shoulders |
| Now I’m a straight O. G |
| I couldn’t trust a nigga in my family |
| So how the fuck you think I could trust you |
| You don’t understand me |
| I got problems too, my mama just died |
| And I can’t stop drinkin on O. E |
| And I’m predicting my death |
| My guts is bleeding, I can feel it in me |
| I don’t want no body at my funeral |
| So fuck you fake ass bitches |
| Cause all you wanted was my riches |
| I wasn’t even rich |
| I made you think that |
| I was with a fucked up record company |
| But now I’m right back |
| Its all siccmade music though, that’s how Paul made it |
| So fuck blackmarket |
| But shouts to X- raided |
| Nigga we go way back |
| Fate will keep us apart |
| I don’t give a fuck what them niggas are telling you |
| Nigga, you in my heart |
| And I hope I’m in yours |
| But if I’m not, Damn |
| Just another relationship in the frying pan |
| I gotta |
| Expand the plans seperate from the haters |
| But if you ever in my town hit me up when you touch down |
| So many niggas been waitin to drop |
| Half of em talkin dirty about your rip gut up partna |
| Funk startin up for nothin, no lovin |
| Shit, the heat is in the oven |
| If you ready to cook somethin don’t make me have to hook somethin |
| For mean muggin |
| Cause niggas flip quicker than bombs at you |
| You on me one minute and the next they flipping hate in their sentences |
| But that ain’t gonna get you no scratchola |
| Because the worlds cold like the polar |
| You can get your bullet proof coat or you can get tore up |
| Well fuck you too |
| Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway |
| Fucking with me |
| I have you bustin niggas any day |
| Duckin the heat |
| Yeah that’s how its gotta be |
| With a murder on my shoulders |
| Now I’m a straight O. G |
| Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway |
| Fucking with me |
| I have you bustin niggas any day |
| Duckin the heat |
| Yeah that’s how I gotta be |
| With a murder on my shoulders |
| Now I’m a straight O. G |
| Shit I gotta die soon anyway |
| Fucking with me I have you bustin niggas any day |
| Duckin the heat |
| Yeah that’s how I gotta be |
| With a murder on my shoulders |
| Now I’m straight O. G |
| I paid for my own mama’s funeral |
| I know you don’t give a fuck |
| I just felt that you should know |
| When you supporting me, just the know the shit I spit is real |
| And if I was to kill, you can have this on cd so you can know the fucking deal |
| From '91 to 2 mil |
| All I knew was siccmade |
| Nobody wanted to kick it then |
| So all I could do was get paid |
| Dropped a couple tapes and I had to change up |
| Niggas threw a curve in the game |
| And the game got stranger |
| But I be the re-arranger |
| Call me yo homie then yo stranger |
| Hit em up wit one finger |
| One thumb, never high anger |
| And the thing was mother fuckers didn’t love me |
| See me in the streets and it could get ugly |
| Like the inside of an ass crack |
| IS that real beef or can we move passed that? |
| I’ll be the last dragon |
| Pants saggin |
| Magnum in the black cat |
| For these niggas because they faulty like dreamcast |
| Get dumped in the casket |
| Now I don fucked my whole career up |
| Because the millimeter blasted |
| But I put them out the fastest |
| And that’s real |
| That shit spill bloody molasses |
| Dump slugs out to coup de ville |
| Because me and my homie really don’t give a fuck |
| We peel yourself if we got to |
| Drop you |
| Way down in the cut |
| Where niggas can forget all about you |
| Doubt you |
| Feel you can touch me anyway nigga |
| You better stay wit about 50 pounds of heat a day nigga |
| And all them niggas that hate |
| You know they envy you |
| I wouldn’t have learned it but its obvious |
| You know this niggas don’t wanna squab wit us |
| Puff them up like puffy stuff |
| That’s definite |
| Pull the trigger |
| Leaving nothing left |
| Then clean up your whole set with it |
| The block is gonna represent |
| That’s why I’m throwing up the double c’s |
| You talking about fuck me nigga |
| Well fuck you too |
| Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway |
| Fucking with me I have you bustin niggas any day |
| Duckin the heat |
| Yeah that’s how I gotta be |
| Wit a murder on my shoulders |
| Now I’m a straight O. G |
| Shit I gotta die soon anyway |
| Fucking with me I’ll have your whole crew any day |
| Duckin the heat |
| Yeah thats how I gotta be |
| Wit a murder on my shoulders |
| Now I’m a straight O. G |
| Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway |
| Fucking with me I have you bustin niggas anyday |
| Duckin the heat |
| Yeah thats how I gotta be |
| Wit a murder on my shoulders |
| Now I’m a straight O. G |