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 |