CHORUS: Kim Morgan] Live today, born to die In this hustle got to survive My only choice is to rise It's like I'm runnin out of time [VERSE 2: Don P]
need to let that nigga out like keep it cool nigga shit but don't mess a nigga out I'm a grown man with kids I'll stretch a nigga out this for my soliders
bring 'em in my world [Chorus] I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your
smell that? I don't know what that is Killin' is like a hobby: somethin' that B.G. do for fun It don't help to run - I'll empty 'em all out the drum
you must don't know it's do or die Now that nigga on my list A P-poppin' bitch no disresp P-Poppin' bitch no disresp P-poppin', P-Poppin', P-Poppin' bitch
and juice a blunt hangin' from my mouth I sold crack from the time I was a juvenile The money hungry nigga that wouldn't avoid a fuckin' p nile Get out
best not fuck with me Cause I got a click strictly don't fuck with me We gettin full of that forty gon duck with me Spray with me I got that AK with me Don
out for the B.G. Chopper City posse nigga, and we roll deep 4 deep in the black on black Caprice [B.G.] Slangin is my thang man, I'm out for paper Tryin
next nigga Out to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figures Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out
thought that come closee to home I was wrong Never that my daddy was going away I was wrong Him and my momma went through they little stages Always fight threw em out
Yo, I'd like to give a big shout out to my producer on the board, my man Ed man Break it down Ed (ahhhhhh) Yo one more time one more time (Ed, Ed..) I
A special shout goes out to East New York Brownsville, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, Redhook, Ft. Greene Styles upon styles, but I don't think so Cause people only rock one style at a time
the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 [Verse 1:] I suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against me or it R.I.P
, I don't grow stems Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims Why say somethin about my name? Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin out a plane
can teach us We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt Come with me out
Yeah and it don't stop, I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block Yeah and it don't quit, It's G-Unit in yo? motherfuckin' ass bitch Yeah and it don't stop
put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against da door it's R.I.P
like I want to win and do things my way If not I'll put your ass out on the highway I'm a bad judge of character, I know that shit Man time don't fly
