Die One Day

(uh huh)

I keep my hip on pound

Cause chickens hectic in my town

Drag my family with me cause that's how real niggas get down (gea)

If it wasn't for 50 I probably wouldn't be around (gea)

Caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea)

If for that if you snap a finger and I'll lay a nigga down (whoo)

It's fucked up when you're only facial expression is a frown (uh huh)

A hood rat will put a future in a fool's pants

Till she find out you can't buy furniture with food stamps (uh huh)

A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids

Better if I get shot tomorrow cause I don't like surprises

When you hot as an oven they with open arms

When you cold as a freezer niggas treat you like they don't need ya

Some people call it ?? me I call it amnesia

Live my life principal driven never bite that hand that feeds you (uh)

Never mind all the haters fuck'em all let them die slow

All I need is my niggas, money, liquor and hydro (I kno)

[CHORUS x2]

Everybody gon' die one day

Whether it's natural cause it's a gunplay

But fuckin with me you sliding down a one way

I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday

[VERSE 2]

Don't blame me

Blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh)

The game needed this

Lloyd Banks AKA Mr. I don't feed a bitch

Don't need a bitch

I stay there when I need a bitch

You want a trick you need to switch

Cause I don't think you could beat this bitch (whoa)

This is all I gotta have to blow

So whether it's fast or slow

Platinum flow making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh)

Pop the back

Pass the dro

Roll about a half an O

The git citizenship my pimp is international (yee)

You gotta agree

These motherfuckas will probably find

Bin Laden before they find a nigga hotter than me

We on top as far as I can see

And since the hood watching me

My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (damn)

I'm the #1 draft pick none of ya'll are topping me (uh huh)

I move around with the plastic you ain't dropping me (uh huh)

They show me love on my city

They fuckin with me and I'm fuckin with them

Nigga G-Unit till the end (Gea)

[CHORUS x2]

[Lloyd Banks]

Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)

So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)

And make me result to violence (violence)

And you'll no longer be walkin (walkin)

Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)

So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)

And make me result to violence (violence) Nigga.. (nigga)

Yeee..

You gotta love it!