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Die Slow Lyrics

f*** them n***** dissin me?)

jay-z...come out to play...
Hey yo a**asin...gimme one of them tracks I can just ride on m************

with...

mobb deep...

n***** talkin bout we can't rap? n***** must nota' never heard no m***********

track offa death row n****...

DEATH ROW...WESTSIDE...

Let's get it on...daylight or f***** nightbreak...

MOB...

Go into these n*****...to the m*********** death...

Come hell or high water

Down to slaughter opposes

Just another lost soul stuck callin Jehova

Outlaw til it's over

Brandish my strap.. black like a cobra

I stay drunk.. cause I'm a MADMAN.. whenever sober

On a one man mission

My ambitions to hold up the rap game

While I pluck holes in n***** like donuts

And still, down to die for all my souljas..

Like hillbillies, they don't feel me, so we FEUD.. bringin war to the city

With each breath... death before dishonor

Never let you swallow me, no apologies.. your honor

A general in war, I'm the first to bomb

With a squad of trusted killers quick to move s***.. heavily armed

I'm similar to Sadaam... sometimes I question "who's sane"

Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game!

I hit the scene like sandstorm..

then transform.. WATCH ME!

I take the figure of thirty n***** who all got me

While b****** wonderin who shot me

No love.. keep a grudge.. shootin slugs like my Muammar Quadaffi

Murder my friends, built a new posse

We takin shots at paparazzi

Gonna fly now.. n**** like Rocky

You got a lotta nerve to play me

Another gay rapper..

Bustin caps at Jay-Z.. and still avoid capture

While y'all caught up in the rapture

Still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daqueries..

No doubt

We used to havin nothin

Then grabbin somethin and bustin

Wanted to be the thug n****.. that my old man wasn't

I came to a fear of catchin cases

Litigation.. n***** playahatin'.. got me crooked in all fifty states

I'm screamin DEATH ROW.. throwin westside.. ain't no thing

We was raised off drive-by's.. brought up to bang

We claim mob.. MOB.. if you be specific

We control.. ALL cash from the Atlantic, Pacific

And get this.. I'm hard to kill

While I build with this live spot

Father.. how the hell did I SURVIVE.. these five shots?!
Live it up or give it up

And like DEMONS.. late night.. hear 'em screamin..

WE GOIN ALL OUT!...

With money clutchin, bail, come muder man, po's rushin

Cap tilted to the side, on the lean out the ride bustin'

Outlaws enforce the secrets of war, but won't abuse it

Burnt, bury my burners with my dead buddies when I use it

Give a f*** about later.. shots warm through the equator

Death to you traitors, shots bitin' through your bones like alligator

Payin my dues.. lookin for miscellaneous infamous crews

Old ladies sing the blues.. leave them smokin from they shoes...

Now with my every wakin' moment

I'm on a quest to be better, yeah

Position myself to prosper state, prepared for whatever

But at times, I slip slightly, s*** I ain't afraid to admit it

To gone, off that novacaine, like in too hard to live it

And I'm just a smidgeon past my teenage years.. into adulthood

Now I ride with G's finally, knowin myself good

And it felt good, when I was young but playtime's over

EDI here take this gun n****...it's over...

I p*** cold blood, s*** hot liquor out my liver

Smoke like a tail pipe, and write when I'm bitter

All my life I been considered a downright, dirty n****

From when daddy knocked mama' s t*** popped the last drop from the litter

Tell me give the world hell

But in hell I give 'em mo'

And I bail outta jail

Screamin f*** the Po' Po'

When I run to take that enough, from a simple f***

to multi-million dollar luck

Plus I think it's time to grab all pistols.. wave them s**** in the air

Celebrate Outlaw livin n****, I wouldn't be here

To you death is losin, and to me this s***'s a family reuinion

And to hell wit a peace treaty, never call it, cause it wouldn't feed me
My wallet.. be as empty as the day I got started

Twelve shots in my pocket, left my n***** departed

It's a shame that these snake vultures n***** coldhearted

In a dirty world where only God know yo death and can call it...

We thugged out, low cut, Outlawz rush and royal flush

Bomb first kickin dust.. out in Cali, but I ain't in it so much

make 'em pay state to state, NJ to CA

Them cowards felt the weight, and turned feminen like Michel'le

n***** change they whole style when the outlawz comin

A million miles and thuggin

Young Noble..I keep 'em buzzin

While the rapture.. capture this f***** style that I master

Bringin terminal disaster.. HIT YOU UP when I pass n****...

US, THE FIRST TO BUST, WHO DO WE TRUST? OUT FOR MOBB DEEP AND JAY-Z, DEAD IN

THE DUST,

I TOLD YOU PUNKS THAT I WAS AFTER BIGGIE...YOU GOT INVOLVED, NOW WE BOUT TO

BUST ON ALL Y'ALL... GOIN ALL OUT...

US, THE FIRST TO BUST, WHO DO WE TRUST? OUT FOR MOBB DEEP AND JAY-Z, DEAD IN

THE DUST,

I TOLD YOU PUNKS THAT I WAS AFTER BIGGIE...YOU GOT INVOLVED, NOW WE BOUT TO

BUST ON ALL Y'ALL... GOIN ALL OUT...

US, THE FIRST TO BUST, WHO DO WE TRUST? OUT FOR MOBB DEEP AND JAY-Z, DEAD IN

THE DUST,

I TOLD YOU PUNKS THAT I WAS AFTER PIGGIE...YOU GOT INVOLVED, NOW WE BOUT TO

BUST ON ALL Y'ALL...WESTSIDE....GOIN ALL OUT...

Jay-Z....haha boy you at yo funeral...punk m***********

WESTSIDE...OUTLAW...DEATHROW...MAKAVELI THA DON...OUTLAWZ THE CRIMINAL

DESPERADO'S...WESTSIDE THUG LIVIN...

DIE, DIE SLOW,

(think my memory ain't bad you about the buisness...)

DIE, DIE SLOW,

(BANG, you dead)

DIE, DIE SLOW,

(haha mobb deep, you lil young a** juvenile delinquent...)

DIE, DIE SLOW,

(BANG BANG, you dead)

DIE, DIE SLOW,

(biggie...BANG, you dead)

DIE, DIE SLOW,

(puffy...BANG, you dead)

DIE, DIE, DIE SLOW,

(you robbed the game, no need to explain, get outta here)

DIE, DIE, DIE SLOW,

DIE, DIE, DIE SLOW,

mmh, DIE, DIE SLOW,
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