| If it wasn’t for Kool Herc, hip hop wouldn’t be created
|
| That’s bullshit, I would of created it tens years later
|
| Niggas acting up till the guns is heard
|
| I don’t hear you poppin shit now, mums the word
|
| And all you rapping niggas, what, that’s all you got
|
| Think you a thug now you doing songs with Pac
|
| Gotta bullet in my stomach doctors scared to remove it And 25 stitches above my dick to prove it But I can’t die, so I don’t wear no vest
|
| I’m like super nigga, gotta SF on my chest
|
| Nigga I’ll take a automatic and play Russian roulet
|
| Just to collect, life is short expect my death
|
| Told you once, told you twice
|
| This is the last time you can boooooooop give me a flat line
|
| Even if I bleed to death I can’t die
|
| Not even if I fell from ten stories high
|
| Yo, I’ma rule the underground or get shot trying
|
| No matter how many times I get hit with the hot iron
|
| I’m not die’n
|
| What bring it I’m not die’n
|
| I’m not die’n
|
| What bring it I’m not die’n
|
| I’m not die’n
|
| What bring it I’m not die’n
|
| I’m not die’n
|
| What bring it I’m not die’n
|
| I’m not die’n
|
| What bring it I’m not die’n
|
| I’m not die’n
|
| What bring it I’m not die’n
|
| I’m not die’n
|
| What bring it I’m not die’n
|
| I’m not die’n
|
| What bring it I’m not die’n
|
| I tried everything swallowed pills slit my wrist
|
| Made my own brother shoot me, X-1 fuckin missed
|
| Tried to paint the walls with my brain but the gun jammed
|
| At my first shoot out, I stayed everyone ran
|
| I want it rawwwwww, and more than ten different women
|
| Locked myself in the garage with the Benz runnin'
|
| As a kid, they had to watch me carefully
|
| Tried to put the blow dryer in the bath with me Everywhere I go, I hear voices, who calling me Doc said my brain damaged but I don't see nothing wrong with me Maybe that's why half the industry won't do a song with |
| me I walked amongst the dead
|
| Talked to punks with lead
|
| An eye for an eye
|
| We can all go blind
|
| All you niggas talking about you ain’t scared to die
|
| I feel nigga, cause I ain’t scared to kill you nigga WHAT
|
| I’ma rule the underground or get shot trying
|
| No matter how many times I get hit with the hot iron
|
| You can’t kill me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not Die'N , by - Sticky Fingaz. Song from the album Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп