Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Die Anyway, artist - Junior M.A.F.I.A..
Date of issue: 30.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Die Anyway |
Don’t be mad, I can’t put my Benz in a casket |
I can’t put these hoes in the box with the ashes |
This is a trip nobody can take with me |
No family, no friends, or my bitch that pray with me |
It’s hate shit, this how it make a nigga think, like |
Everything you worked for drown and sink |
Niggas mad 'cause what you got, they ain’t got it |
Streets is peepin', the whole world is watching |
Some’ll try to help you, some’ll try to stop it |
A nigga that hate’ll get your LP and cop it |
A nigga that hate can be your right man, plottin' |
Or make your life rotten, this whole shit is nonsense |
I understand this how my life is written |
Tragic deaths, stab wounds, and the days in prison |
Got a brain full of weed, belly full of Bacardi |
Had the slug hit my brain at the next party |
By a young cat that think he somebody |
Fronting like a gangsta but really nobody |
Just a dick-ride nigga posted in your lobby |
Nigga say the ice is the reason niggas try me |
I’ma take this 16 a little further |
Like reckless endangerment or the first-degree murder |
Niggas is crazy, wanna send me with B. I |
Mad 'cause my nigga slide straight through the V. I |
Trying to forget it while you work for transit |
You get the checks, and I get advances |
You get the AP and I’ll get the mansion |
But when it’s said and done, we both gon' be in a casket |
You can be flossing and styling on them chicks, glossing |
You can ball all day but still gon' die anyway |
I copped a crib and a coupe and smoke, it’s okay |
You can hate all day but still gon' die anyway |
You can spend your hand on a chick, fuck her the first day |
You can hate all day but still gon' die anyway |
You can be jealous, wanna hit me, pull a gat and stick me |
You can hate all day but still gon' die anyway |
A lotta niggas in the game is cheating |
But that’s between them and God, though |
I’m just gon' arrange the meeting |
Gotta live everyday to the fullest |
'Cause niggas play with them bullets |
So that’s why I stay with them foolies and them semis |
The wolves in the hood only know one word |
And that’s «Gimme», ain’t a killer, but it’s in me, yeah |
Uh, 10 hard years without stopping (Uh) |
Now my niggas go car, diamond, and house shopping (Let's go) |
And when them bullets pierce your torso |
What does it all mean and where does it all go? |
They say the truth shall rise over the lies |
These industry faggots’ll pull the wool over your eyes |
Black out when you’re popping a clip, don’t ask me |
It’s just some rough-riding D-Block M.A.F.I.A. |
shit |
To the grave with whatever I know, bury me with some haze |
I hope they got a dutch wherever I go |
But since I’m still here, imagine what I’ll do to you |
After the ball drops, we need a couple more funerals |
The feds tryna gather a case, but if I hit him at point blank |
They gon' have to gather his face, life is like a dice game |
Niggas’ll rather you ace, but you gon' die anyway |
So cherish your space, what? |
Aha, uh (Die anyway) |
You can be flossing and styling on them chicks, glossing |
You can ball all day but still gon' die anyway |
I copped a crib and a coupe and smoke, it’s okay |
You can hate all day but still gon' die anyway |
You can spend your hand on a chick, fuck her the first day |
You can hate all day but still gon' die anyway |
You can be jealous, wanna hit me, pull a gat and stick me |
You can hate all day but still gon' die anyway |
While all these niggas hating, can’t stand to see me rich |
Laying in white sand getting head from my bitch |
They rather see me without rather than see me with |
That’s why I cop the gat before I cop the whip |
They hate to see me ballin', they’d rather see me dead |
'Sleep in a pine box with a chest full of lead |
Is it something I did? |
Is it something I said? |
Make 'em wanna cock back, put they fifth to my head |
Is it all the diamonds, the ice in my chain? |
3 karats in the ear, other 5 in the ring |
'Nough ice to make it sunshine in the rain |
But still they want me dead with a bullet in my brain |
Is it because I came up and got a little cash? |
Or is it because I’m balling and chicks throw me ass? |
Or is it because I got your rap deal on my wrist? |
Or is it because I got 23s on the 6? |
Niggas mad when I brag 'bout the jewels I got |
Or in the car when I ride when I cruise through blocks |
Smoke, tires burning, circle round like the clock |
Jump out, Louis down, Louis kicks and clean socks |
Can’t even scoop a bitch without her eyeing my watch |
Front like I’m yawning then I stretch just to show 'em the Glock |
Like, listen, ain’t nothing sweet, if you try, you’re gettin' popped |
See that van? |
That’s just in case y’all think y’all got the drop, uh |
You can be flossing and styling on them chicks, glossing |
You can ball all day but still gon' die anyway |
I copped a crib and a coupe and smoke, it’s okay |
You can hate all day but still gon' die anyway |
You can spend your hand on a chick, fuck her the first day |
You can hate all day but still gon' die anyway |
You can be jealous, wanna hit me, pull a gat and stick me |
You can hate all day but still gon' die anyway |