Lyrics Die Anyway - Junior M.A.F.I.A., Jadakiss

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