| Come on… life… death…
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| Here… gone… yo
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| If I should die, don’t cry, my niggas
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| Just ride, my niggas, bust bullets in the sky, my niggas
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| And when I’m gone don’t mourn, my niggas
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| Get on, my niggas
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| When it’s real say word to Shawn, my niggas
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| If I should die…
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| Don’t cry, my niggas, it’s been one hell of a ride, my niggas
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| In the middle of the drought, I flipped pies, my niggas
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| I did joints with Mary J. Blige, my niggas
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| I’ve eluded the coppers, got booted with Big Poppa
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| Skated through with the Caesar picadas
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| At high school got head by the lockers
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| Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
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| Rocked jewels, dropped school, still didn’t fail
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| Rhymes still written well, hold court in the street
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| Never sit in the cell for a second then I’m gettin' my bail
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| Shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck
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| Sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me
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| Everybody around us become one for that day
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| To live life get your shit right and play
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| Don’t get it twisted like braids, if I’m missed it’s okay
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| But life’s short, don’t miss a day, uhh
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| If I should die, don’t cry, my niggas
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| Just ride, my niggas, bust bullets in the sky, my niggas
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| And when I’m gone don’t mourn, my niggas
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| Get on, my niggas
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| When it’s real say word to Shawn, my niggas
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| If I should die…
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| … don’t cry, my niggas
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| It’s been one hell of a ride, my niggas
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| Say word to Wais, my niggas
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| When I’m gone don’t mourn, my niggas
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| Just keep gettin' it on, my niggas
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| Say word is bond, my niggas
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| I got a lot to look back on, in '88 got my crack on
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| Ten years later gettin' my rap on
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| Gettin' shorties like a thespian
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| Had an episode with two lesbians, got a fetish for that
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| Drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks and pulled the root out
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| Squeeze my whole clip to survive shootouts
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| Been on both coasts, fired all kinds of heat
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| Probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets
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| I got de-mands to meet and questions to fulfill
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| Like is that mystery God real?
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| And how was Kennedy killed?
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| I ain’t mad, I must’ve smoked a ton of reefer
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| Sipped Coronas with Latifah, broke the code of Geneva
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| I know when I reach the other side I’ma see the
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| Cat I had beef with who blood remains on my sneaker
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| Then it’s on again, if I could be born again
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| I live my life through my son
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| And tell him never have a friend
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| Just family, reincarnated I’ll shorten the time
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| That I waited to get paid, tell him never be afraid
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| Niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo' blood run thicker
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| Never shed tears, cry liquor, my nigga
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| If I die don’t cry, my niggas
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| It’s been one hell of a ride, my niggas
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| Say word to Wais, my niggas
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| When I’m gone don’t mourn, my niggas
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| Just keep bangin' these songs, my niggas
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| Say word is bond, my niggas
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| If I die…
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| … don’t cry my niggas
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| Just stay gettin' high, my niggas
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| Don’t wonder why, my niggas
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| When I’m gone live on, my niggas
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| Just follow my path, my niggas
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| Say word to Half, my nigga
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| I’m the aftermath of pleasure never die alone
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| Born to live forever through life’s struggles
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| I cut corners and took drastic measures
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| Seen niggas life expire right in front of me
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| Time could never mend what these cold streets
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| Mentally done to me, too often, I close my eyes
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| And see my own coffin feelin' haunted
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| Ready to leave this world that I’m lost in
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| My only chance to see the seeds I lost through abortion
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| When I’m gone y’all niggas better not mourn, keep flossin'
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| As long as my name lives on what’s most important
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| I’ll be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
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| Afterlife still torchin' and blazin' these mics
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| It’d rain for 40 days and 40 nights
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| And I’d return on the 3rd like Christ
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| (Without my physical portion)
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| My spirit a poltergeist for sure
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| I’ll be back through the Heights tomorrow
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| Blood over y’all fake niggas door
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| What you thought, huh?
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| What you thought, nigga?
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| If I should die don’t cry, my niggas
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| Just stay gettin' high, my niggas
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| Don’t wonder why, my niggas
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| When I’m gone live on, my niggas
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| Just follow my path, my niggas
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| Say word to Half, my nigga
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| When I die…
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| … don’t cry, my niggas
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| It’s been one hell of a ride, my niggas
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| Say word to Wais, my niggas
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| When I’m gone don’t mourn, my niggas
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| Just keep gettin' it on, my niggas
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| Say word is bond, my niggas
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| If I die…
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| … don’t cry, my niggas
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| Just ride, my niggas, bust bullets in the sky, my niggas
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| And when I’m gone don’t mourn, my niggas
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| Get on, my niggas
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| When it’s real say word to Shawn, my niggas
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| If I should die…
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| I’d tell Big they’re still hearin' his songs
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| Run into Pac ask him where we went wrong
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| Tell him life is miserable when ya dealin' in the physical form
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| Is everything that’s invisible gone?
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| I need to know, will I still feel pain or will it be ironic?
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| Will I chill in the flames for all the ills of my brain?
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| Can I re, veal the game to all the hustlers
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| Trapped in the race and if so can I leave this place?
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| Can I puff cigars and drink Cristal?
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| If this is heaven to me is this considered heavenly?
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| Can I still touch lives, answer their «whats and whys»
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| Make sure everybody in my fam' clutch five?
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| If I should die… don’t cry, my niggas |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song If I Should Die , by - Jay-Z. Song from the album Vol.2 ... Hard Knock Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп