Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Can't Kill Me, artist - Capone-N-Noreaga. Album song The Reunion, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
You Can't Kill Me |
We put too much work in |
Seen too many cold days, too many nights servin |
It’s been tried, we will survive |
CNN rise, keep street ties |
We got a hundred niggas strong |
A hundred niggas armed to kill you right or wrong |
You can’t murder what’s dead |
We walk the pavement with, one in the head |
Now what I stands for I rise for, my man’s who I die for |
Blows frontline in the war, despise law |
I’m built to be guilty, filthy, dirty, rich |
Niggas wanna kill me 'fore I’m thirty-six |
Stop my lifeline, I’m tryin to hundred thousand dollar car and ice mine |
Predicate felon, lifetime |
Consecutive cases, no respect for racists, haters hate this |
Hope to trade places, and piss where my grave is |
I lay this down, I blaze this pound I’ma say this now |
Fuck around and I’ma chastise |
You ain’t that wise, I’m out to capitalize |
My cap size is nine milli, leave you slumpin back in your ride |
My hood sit on bloody acres, parallel to my maker |
I squeeze vertical a fiend I’m servin you |
What dirt’ll do to virginal niggas, is get 'em kilt |
Filled with hot lead, but not by the feds, who wanna see me dead? |
You can’t killlll, me |
We put too much work in |
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin |
You can’t killlll, me |
It’s been tried, we will survive |
CNN rise, keep street ties |
You can’t killlll, me |
We got a hundred niggas strong |
A hundred niggas armed to kill you right or wrong |
You can’t killlll, me |
You can’t murder what’s dead |
We walk the pavement with, one in the head |
I can’t believe what I saw, through the eyes of the corner |
I had warrants on each name, aliases in each state |
I got caught, what the hell did I thought? |
Turkey bacon or turkey ham, it’s pork |
It’s the same thing, you should look how I walk |
The gun make me lean to the left, I saw it and repped |
Look for the moment to step, Mo-e' I’m wet |
The judge know I caught a nigga and I beat him to death |
But it’s okay, I go jet ski in the Bay |
Away from New York, and go lay up in L. A |
I know intelligent niggas that move dough |
Leave out of the hood, and lose all of they shit |
Well I don’t lose nuttin, I learned how to mix with other cultures |
Other vultures, niggas know I leave my path |
Kneeds the math, it’s good like the Haitian hash |
It’s amazin, you know my nigga Maze won’t crash, it go |
As long as blood in my vein flows niggas gon' hate |
Wish on my death date, give my description, to the plain clothes |
Rely on my fate, remain cold |
Like lost souls to the crossroads, guns I been bought those |
I’m a legend, only if Lord knows |
You can’t kill me and place me in Potter’s Field |
Y’all niggas not as real |
I predict that I’ma die squeezin, thug it through the five seasons |
I place my trust in the heat, my higher bein |
You cannot kill me, or have me leanin slumped on a project gate |
With one in my stomach, barely breathin |
My moms grievin, my wife cryin, my kid’s a bastard |
I bust iron, fuck livin or dyin |
Fools who work out get tight caskets |
Niggas who merk out when I spray crash kid |
That’s the way that I’m on it |
— repeat to fade |