Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death Is Not An Option , by - Heems. Release date: 13.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Death Is Not An Option |
| 1: Bodega Bamz] |
| I’m from that 456 line, that cocaine brick time |
| Razor blades rest on my tongue, cutting curfew, shit |
| I’m from the slums, let me serve you |
| Real cause my verbal ill, bring the hearse through |
| Killer papis murk you, Chill, |
| Cold shoulders how I, |
| Motorola ringing still, with that old flow, Dojo |
| Chop that work, coco, snowcone, icy |
| My quarter’s real pricey, hide the crack up in my socks |
| Now it’s stinking up my Nikes |
| I got bars, hit this converse, chucking up the dirt |
| Motherfucker loading SK’s, Nahright, |
| Got that bitch like «nah, right?» |
| Across the jaw, should have paid attention to your blind side |
| Tanboy, mob life, second coming god like |
| Spanish Harlem all the way to Wash Heights, love by |
| Tanboy, mob life, second coming god like |
| Spanish Harlem all the way to Wash Heights, love by |
| Slap a tooth out a ho mouth |
| Tell 'em I told you, tell 'em I owed you |
| See me coming out the bodega with a dutchie and a jumbo Goya juicebox |
| Looking tight-bummy in my tube socks |
| Y’all all soft, all off, I go raw dog on a bitch, ya’ll go soft |
| On a bitch, ride till I’m rich, fly as a bitch. |
| (daamn) |
| Death is not an option, I’ll come back and haunt em |
| Fuck it if they want him, can’t see him cause he on one |
| Bust that ill shit, head explode |
| Leave that bitch bloody in the road |
| Me that shit dunny, check the flow |
| You don’t wanna test the water |
| Death shark, death shark, blood in the water |
| Fuck your man bitch, look he a goner |
| He try, he die, he lie |
| He not like me |
| Me, me, me, it’s all about me |
| Mi, mi, mi, mi, that’s a vocal warm up |
| I’m on that F Train, I’m on that BQE |
| The best brain, she freak with me, frequently |
| Everybody love me, I’m Raymond |
| I’m Tony Bourdain, I don’t need a reservation |
| Okay then, I’m wasted, geeked and I’m spacing, |
| Weed that I’m blazing, and E that it’s laced with |
| Codeine and some K, and we freaking and shaking |
| My seeds that she’s tasting, cream that we wasting |
| Jesus, I’m Bacon, reach in the spaceship |
| Green that I’m making, Greece for vacation |
| Scenes they vacating, keep them placated |
| Eat and then say shit, the beat that I’m slaying |
| Is palpably, probably, purposely playing |
| Seems like it’s pavement, concrete solid |
| That is keeping swaying |
| Death is not an option, I’ll come back and haunt em |
| Fuck it if they want, ah-ah-ah-ah |
| Death is not an option, I’ll come back and haunt em |