Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Day You Die , by - Real Live. Release date: 31.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Day You Die |
| From the day you’re born… till the day you die |
| If you’re one of the poor ones, you just gotta work hard, you know what I mean |
| A lot of pain, lot of sorrow, blood, sweat and tears |
| I’m like a one man crew, a one man clique |
| Iceberg Slick, sick like horror flicks |
| I put a burner on a heat when I (?) the street |
| Nickel-plated poetry mad deep |
| The intellect interacts with raps |
| Cartel rocks well, baby, I’m strapped with gats |
| Yo son, had to bounce cos the block was scorchin |
| I’m camouflaged down like a Soldier Of Fortune |
| I paralyze your mindstate |
| Then crush your egg frame and watch your whole body break |
| Look at yo' broke-ass clique on the corner |
| Talkin shit about a nigga cos he does what he wanna |
| Cousin, pull the record back counter-clock wise |
| K-Def got the spliff lit spinnin with the red eye |
| That’s from all the lye he smoke |
| Yo loc, time to go, Larry-O slit your throat |
| Just for runnin your mouth you gots to fall |
| Chill dog, no need to speedball |
| I got everything under control |
| Got the coke and a smoke, and we about to roll |
| When the Real Live arrive y’all motherfuckers slept and slipped |
| They slept on the architect of wreck |
| The nigga with the lucci, coochie, clothes |
| The sniper with a rifle fuckin up foes |
| Seriously, not deliriously |
| Son, you could be missin mysteriously |
| Guns run through my crew like animals in a zoo |
| Flippin coats, sippin Mot with nothing to do |
| Karate niggaz, crushin niggaz for big figures |
| They pay the price to wear ice |
| You rollin with scared dice |
| The streets got no room, saturated with tools |
| I been a major player since niggaz were smokin Kools |
| A mad felon breakin bread where murderers dwel |