
Date of issue: 03.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You're Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You) |
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death |
I will fear no evil -- for you are with me |
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me |
You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies |
You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows |
Surely goodness and love will follow me -- all the days of my life |
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever |
Niggas in my faction don’t like asking questions |
Strictly gun testing, coke measuring |
Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito |
Hitting fanny, spending chips at Manny’s |
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats |
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets |
6 up in your wig piece, nigga decease |
Muah, may you rest in peace |
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours |
Four-four and fifty-four draw |
There’s my pilot, steers my Lear; |
yes, my dear |
Shit’s official, only the Feds I fear |
Here’s a tissue, stop your blood clot crying |
The kids, the dog, everybody dying — no lying |
So don’t you get suspicious |
I’m Big Dangerous you’re just a Lil Vicious |
As I leave my competition, respirator style |
Climb the ladder to success escalator style |
Hold y’all breath, I told y’all — death controls y’all |
Big don’t fold y’all, uhh |
I spit phrases that’ll thrill you |
You’re nobody til somebody kills you |
You’re nobody til somebody kills you |
(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you |
(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
Watch Casino, I’m the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino |
Ask Nino, he know |
Green with envy, the green tempts me |
To make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese |
Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty |
Live happily ever after in laughter |
Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster |
And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead |
3 of mine dead, nothing left to do |
But tear they ass to shreds, leave 'em in bloodshed |
Incidents like this I take trips |
Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh) |
Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour |
Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore |
Told me meet 'em in the future later, they’ll take me shopping |
Buy me lavender and fuschia Gators |
Introduce me to player haters and heavy weighters |
Rich bitch shit, drinking Cristal |
Til they piss the shit, uhh |
Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches |
Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me |
Reminisce on dead friends too |
You’re nobody til somebody kills you |
You’re nobody til somebody kills you |
(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you |
(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
You can be the shit, flash the fattest five |
Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit |
You ain’t worth spit, just a memory |
Remember he used to drive the ch&agne Range |
(I remember that) |
Silly cat, wore suede in the rain |
Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame |
Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane |
I can’t recall his name, you mean that kid |
That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine? |
Getting his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine?" |
A fucking shame, dude’s the lame, what’s his name? |
Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean? |
You’re nobody til somebody kills you |
(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you |
(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
You’re nobody til somebody kills you |
(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you |
(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
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