Eightball & Mjg - I Don't Wanna Die - Sözleri

Gloomy days got my head twisted

Mystic visions of a razor blade

Cut my blunt with precision

Stuff it till it's bustin'

Sippin' on some Tussin

Imagine it, gothic hustlin'

Men tusslin', women fussin'

And they babies in the corner cryin'

Young niggaz bang, and they ain't afriad of dyin'

Pistol keepers, mobile phones and beepers

Cars and hoes, and plenty dust for the geekers

Me, I'm a break beater, microphone eater

Weed leader, siizlin' like a fajita

But it's so hard for me to stay out the streets

Behind tint blowin' cheap

Fuckin' with freaks

What kinda role model, I'ma be?

Don't get it twisted

Gifted, linquistic. graphic and realistic

God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with,

Sense enough to know when to quit



Chorus:

I don't wanna die

I don't wanna die (lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today)

I don't wanna die

I don't wanna die



Thinkin' about what my eyes witnessed

Thinkin' about what my kids gon' see

when they get grown and independent

What you doin' baby?

18, strippin' daily

A small ass apartment, tryin' to flip a Mercedes

I don't knock shit, unless you a fiend

Tryin' to hock shit

Protectin' myself

I gotta grab the gock and pop shit

I guess that's the problem with the world today (what?)

Black, white, asian

So many people think this way

Fuck with me and I'll shoot ya

We live in, what used to be the space age, future

To acid droppin' hippies

Now they run the country

Drug smugglin' with my tax money

Bomb makers, nuclear, death creators

White power, skin head, Jew and nigga haters

All of this, plus I gotta watch the nigga next door

What you think I pray for, man



Chorus



Life ain't nothin' but preperation

For the angels and the demons that we all gon' face when,

The soul and the body seperate, that's death

Nothin' left but darkness, after your last breath

Well, all of that shit is in the past

Enjoy it while you got it, cause you can't take it with your ass

Where I'm from, any day can be your last

That's why them thug niggaz live life hard and fast

Slowdown, and find yourself surrounded by the lowdown

Unaware, a showdown's about to go down

Why we gotta clown instead of bein' kinfolks

Why do white folks, think all we know is sellin' dope?

Some can't cope, and got out hangin' from a rope

Slit wrists, found shakin' from an overdose

Tupac and Biggie got they life snatched away

Nobody knows when they gotta go, mayne



Chorus



That's all baby,

You never know when you gotta go

Deaths around the corner

Your nobody, till somebody kils you

But I don't wanna die

I don't wanna die

Hey, I don't wanna die

Can you hear me?

I don't wanna die

I don't wanna die

I don't wanna die

DIe, die, die, die, die (repeated till end)










		
			



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