Die Like A G

The life of a G...

If my death is anything like my life

Then I'mma die like a G

Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me

I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me

Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack

Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap

Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back

So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap

Ayo my bond is my life, my word is my bond

You pull the 2-5, I'mma pull the FoFo long

Niggas can't stop my reign, my buzz too strong

I was here when you came, I'll be here when you gone

Keep talkin' like you tough when you're singin' ya song

I blow ya head off, make the morgue sow it back on

Niggas catch beef in the night, and slip in the dawn

That's why the most bodies get dropped in the early morn'

When the body gets scooped up and shipped to the morgue

The killer go in the crib and pillow talk to his girl

Baby mom say she gon' send him where he belong

Call the cops that's what happens when the woman is scorned

At the end of most arguments somebody get warned

Always gotta be right, just admit when you wrong

Say you gon' ride through the hood and blow your chromes

But you just bop through the hood and blow your horn

If my death is anything like my life

Then I'mma die like a G

Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me

I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me

Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack

Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap

Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back

So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap

Feel like I'm Tarzan, aw man, my girl Jane

My homies wild like the animals we all bang

Lookin' for this coward cause he owe me some small change

Heard he in the gambling spot,

How you gon' gamble while you owe me homie?

I ran up in the card game with that long thing

I'm puttin' dots on they heads while they playing poker

I ain't playin' with ya'll lames,

Man I gave them niggas poker (polka) dots like Charmane

Sayin' they killers, man when they gon' start killin'

When blood starts spillin' ya'll start sayin' ya'll chillin'

Let them outta town niggas catch ya'll slippin'

Pump work on the block, took food outta ya'll kitchen

Flossed in ya parties, sexed all of ya'll women

You runnin' round talkin' bout you ain't got no hard feelings

You ain't got no hard feelings cause you're really a broad

This nigga soft, I don't feel him if his feelings ain't hard

If my death is anything like my life

Then I'mma die like a G

Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me

I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me

Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack

Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap

Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back

So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap

Cause snatch you sharks out the ocean, and watch you die

Take you guppies out the fish tank and let you dry

Kill you piranhas at at the blink of an eye

But I ain't thinkin' bout you I got some bigger fish to fry

Cause when a nigga live the thug life and somebody hit 'em

The family always wanna blame the person who with 'em

So if you was with your homie and ya'll got hit up

And he ain't make it and you make it then you better grip up

Now it's more homicide, more bloodshed

Cause all they really wanna know is why you ain't dead

A nigga follow my whip I ain't gon' scream and shout

I'mma lead 'em to his death, that's what I'm about

Call my homie on the cell, you chillin no doubt

These niggas followin' the whip, they must think I'm a slouch

I'mma ride through the block, by the club house

When you see the car behind me, air that shit out

If my death is anything like my life

Then I'mma die like a G

Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me

I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me

Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack

Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap

Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back

So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap