| I keep my hip on pound 'cause she gets hectic in my town
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| Drag my family with me 'cause that’s how real niggaz get down
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| If it wasn’t for 50 I probably wouldn’t be around
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| Caught up in the temptations, sitting in jail or underground
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| And for that if you snap a finger I’ll lay a nigga down
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| Its fucked up when your only facial expression is a frown
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| A hood rat a put a future in a fools pants
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| Till she find out you cant buy furniture with food stamps
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| A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids
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| Pray to God I get shot tomorrow 'cause I don’t like surprises
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| When you hot as a oven, they embrace you with open arms
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| When you cold as a freezer, niggaz treat you like they don’t need ya'
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| Some people call it they vapors, me I call it amnesia
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| Live my life principle driven, never bite the hand that feeds ya'
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| Never mind all the haters, fuck them all, let them die slow
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| All I need is my niggaz, money, liquor, and hydro
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| I know!
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| Everybody gon’die one day
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| Whether its natural causes or gun play
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| But fucking with me you sliding down a one way
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| I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday
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| Don’t blame me, blame my mom and pop for breeding this
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| The game needed this
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| Lloyd Banks, a.k.a. Mr. I don’t feed a bitch
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| Or need a bitch, I state it when I meet a bitch
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| If you wanna trick you need a switch
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| 'Cause I don’t trick Adidas bitch
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| This is all I got, I have to blow
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| So whether its fast or slow
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| Platinum flow is making it easy to kidnap a hoe
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| Pop the bag, pass the dro'
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| Blow about a half a O Legit citizenship, my pimp is international
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| You gotta agree, these motherfuckers a probably have me Latin
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| Before they find a nigga hotter than me We on top as far as I can see
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| And since the hood watching me My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree
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| I’m the number one draft pick, none of y’all topping me I move around with the plastic, you ain’t dropping me The show me love in my city
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| They fucking with me and I’m fucking with them
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| Nigga G-Unit till the end
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| Your six inches from a coffin
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| So I suggest you stop talking
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| And make me resort to violence
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| And You’ll no longer be walking
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| Your six inches from a coffin
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| So I suggest you stop talking
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| And make me resort to violence, nigga
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| Yeah!
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| You gotta love it! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Die One Day , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album The Hunger For More, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп