We chapters of the same book, just a different page Niggas in the struggle all out to get paid Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave We chapters of the same book, just a different page Niggas in the struggle all out to get paid Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave When you live by the sword, you die by the sword I'll probably die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw Die on stage, rippin' down tours Die from age, trickin' out-a-town whores Die 'cuz I didn't have one in the pipe Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin' No vest section from my chest missin' Die 'cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten In a V twizzy in a reckless collision Or die in the streets over somethin' petty 'Cuz a broke ass nigga tried to say I assed bet 'em Die from a shot from a cig war glock From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop Or die 'cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin' Too late, eight shots got my body nummin' Die for fuckin' his bitch in his bed Die 'cuz a nigga thought I snitched to the feds Die wit a knife six inches in my head I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair Or die 'cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker I was high off vodka, hydro, and malt liquor Die 'cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man Die 'cuz the cops tricked me to say that man Die 'cuz I hesitated to spray that man Die 'cuz I hesitated to pay that man Die 'cuz my man passed me a empty tool Die 'cuz I panicked, couldn't keep my cool Die 'cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy Or die 'cuz them niggas in jail, envyed me Die tryin' to steal the fate of my enemy I could go out from a case of mistaken identity Or die 'cuz the door wasn't open, it was locked Die 'cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn't cock Die 'cuz a nigga wasn't focused on the block Die 'cuz them niggas thought the coke was in the spot Die 'cuz another nigga said I said somethin' Die 'cuz that newsy bitch said I did somethin' Die 'cuz a nigga was tryin' to get a name Or die 'cuz it was just my time to feel the flame Might get sparked, might not feel no pain Might go out like dark-skinned Jermaine Take a couple shots to the heart, to the brain Got all the dough, don't know the cost of the game Young buck didn't wanna come off the chain Couldn't handle the rock, got horsed in the game I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac I'd rather go out in the Masjid makin' Salott We chapters of the same book, just a different page Niggas of the struggle all out to get paid Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave We chapters of the same book, just a different page Niggas of the struggle all out to get paid Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave © DURAR PUBLISHING; HITCO SOUTH; SHAKUR AL DIN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com