Die - Ja Rule feat Tah Murder, Black Child & Dave Bling

[Tah Murder (Dave Bling)]:
Money ain't never been nothing
I hit the block if this sh_t get ugly
And it ain't never been in my heart to let the n_ggas thug me
Hit the dealer and cop a drop, if the eyes is buggy
And pull up in front of the spot cause the mami's love me
(It's gangsta)
Yeah and ain't no n_gga gone match me
Stocky, chubby n_gga, voice real raspy
I see you real flashy
(But that ain't gon' last n_gga)
Pop fire off shots
(And that's your ass n_gga)
It's war now that's why I keep the four with long nozzle
600 bad b_tch on it, holding down the throttle
And f_ck that beef sh_t cause some beef won't die
And some n_ggas will say they gangsta, but they won't rise
So why it's hard for you to decide, I'll let it fly
Forty shots hit your ride up
Hit the tropics and hide up under palm trees to white sand
Everything is a price man
You snipe when bullets are piping hot when
It's you flesh, it begin warming you now
(Die, motherf_cker, die)
Cause I'm tired of warning you

[Black Child (Dave Bling)]:
Yeah, we hear now
(Die, motherf_cker, die)
Don't get scared now
(Die, motherf_cker)
Black Child, I'm off parole
It's Murda now in a hood near you
About to burn it down
Word to God
It feels like I'm from every hood
Cause when you ghetto you're ghetto
WIth gats, you good sell cracks
If you could bust your gat
When you should, it's from my blacks
From the brick back to Inglewood
We eat together, n_gga
F_ck the crossroads, in this world
My flow is another lost soul
My sh_t sounds like shots from a four pound
For the b_tch clowns
It's war now
It's all about paper, that's my issue
F_ck peace, you can have a piece of the pistol

[Chorus x2]:
Everybody gon' die, but nobody want dead
(Die, motherf_cker, die)
It's your life
Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared
(Die, motherf_cker, die)
That's your life

[Ja Rule]:
N_ggas know the truth
Rule raises the roof
Cause I pop more shots than Abdul
Rauf and when the concludes
I bring closure to the situ'
Come through
Squeeze eight out the stolen black Pinto
N_ggas know my mental
Killed or be killed, head for the hills
But don't never slide down it if you to high ground it
Uh
Is how it sounded, two shots through and silence
And one n_gga stripped of his talents
New f_cking Yiddy City, the sex and violence
Where first time offenders, get floated to the island
And one time give a n_gga one time breath
Wrong, and a n_gga have a blown mind
I blow lines
Like and addict
Bust guns and erratic shine
Blind like karats
Rules above average
Me and this music make a marriage
So I the thee wed
Til I'm either jailed or dead
Motherf_ckers, feel me n_ggas

[Chorus]

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