- Bad Azz Don't Wanna Die 歌詞
- Bad Azz
- (feat. Daz Dillinger)
(Police officer talking)
(Bad Azz talking)
I guess they think since Pac died, we gon let up or somethin
Rest In Peace Mr. Shakur, whynt we let these ****** have it
(Daz)
?? back home, ??? for ****, cmon
Pick a couple of these ****** off , choke and its on
Nine millimeter tecs and big heaters
We greet em with death and show em that they cant defeat us
By any means, a call from here to get rid of yall
It dont stop, until my casket drop
Get my palms red
And it read one of usll be dead a week later, L-Dogll get it
The beef, to make sure none of yall get is
Shoot up his crib and came back to show him what he did
See there wont be no tomorrow
Somebody gots to die, not tonight or tomorrow
I blaze a blunt, and bring the funk
Pop the trunk, get the gauge with the sawed-off pump
Get Mr. Bad, hop in the back
And skate out to show these suckas what we talkin about
(Chorus)
Dont wanna die
And dont be ready, gon ride
Look into my eyes realize
That a *****s gonna ride
Dont wanna die
And dont be ready, gon ride
Look into my eyes realize
That a *****s gonna ride
Dont wanna die
(Bad Azz)
Who me? I mean death before dishoner
Find what corner they hang on so we can roll up on em
Jump out on em, click, pull the pump out on em
Whose the punk out of em, blast and dazzle, Bad mash em
Thrashin, heat on these decilous streets
Sayin shoot until I ruined all my enemies feats
***** **** rappin, we into killin and scrappin
Over ******** that happened, ***** duckin while we cappin
And **** you ******, hatin little Pac imitators
Wanna be Outlawz, ***** Snoop the Top Dogg
Turn rappers into ???, tell em whos the ?? Chronic
These slugs, for you wanna be thugs, we stay up on it
***** dont it feel good to be a D.P.G.
We escaped from Death Row, youre still locked in the click
Im in Detroit with five ******, two glocks in my mit
When you see us better pop fore you shot, what you thinkin
(Chorus)
(Daz)
Im out for the ****** who die, my instinct is prime
Time to time ask why do guys shout 'die'
In a quick fast, I mash, that ***** Daz and Bad smash
Thats how your homie got satched
We dont take ****, whether Blood or Crip
Youll get your ass kicked *** ** come talkin that ****
Im ??? ??? murder in ???
And yet, and still I aint ??? em out
(Bad Azz)
And dont forget youre in L.A., fool stompin you out
Anywhere out of town its a gun in your mouth
Me, I hate to have to turn and pullin burners
We aint learnin, it aint healthy
Youll turn up dead before you wind up wealthy
So much jealousy and hate in every city, every state
Since it aint no love, say goodnight after I hate you
Any playa thats in love with life, I cant relate to
Just say God, please bless your soul, before they take you
(Chorus)
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