Sooner Or Later (Die 1 Day) [feat. Raekwon]

I know that sooner (sooner) Or later (or later) I'm going to meet my maker I never thought that in the beginning, I would see his fall in the end Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends 1990's sins, It was all for tha ends Ends for tha rims, Rims for tha Benz, Benz for tha skins Before you talk bout money, make a mil' first You don't dig me - sick me, Either kill me or get killed worse Your songs in need of a real verse Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church Then right after speech time, it's sparkin' the street crime Niggaz throwin' everything at you, Cept' a peace sign Live by the gun, die by the gun Till' my time come, Im'a spend time witcha son I could just see them sad, When they remind you of them Them woulda did the same thing, We confined to the slum And those that don't adapt, they either blind deaf or dumb Spine of a squirrel, Mind of a girl set to run Why run nigga, it's gon cost Its gon come nigga but till' the day it does Im'a hold my shit down, take it in blood Outsiders get no love Fishin' in a swamp in a desert, Lizard sweater Half a billy a five, 2 macs in da ride They call him Coke-Komo, Co-signed by kings in the rich homo Made me 3 mil in a month, Pockets mumped Ferrari still by tha projects buildin', real dot tech ill They dumb out wit uzi's and wheels yo Steak'll take meetings, beefin' too much dough - the legion Bat in my hand - the sweet eastern Losin' money fellas, we won't have that, better grab that Or don't come back, or get clap at Me and my bitches in tha kitchen One sucking dick - I paid to have shot and sent to the Brinxton Dogs eatin' calamari, coke in a larrari's jar Never broke, hardly rob, eat with the godly's god Get wit the gods or get wit the mob From Shalom to queens, we wild wit the beams Don't blame me blame South Side, That's what made me my - crazy high But I'll spot a traitor out my lazy eye – ladies spy I'm the one you wanna have that baby by - Maybe I'm Better of alone, Keeps me in my zone Nights roam, white patron, GT in my chrome Alien phone home, ET in my throne I achieved what they wanted, ease into they stomach When you broke time slow, but ya weeks are numbered And bad news keeps you weak and numb Like when i lost my old man, Damn near threw up the whole weekend son I shoulda listened, friends turned foe The toast so the fo' fo' will make a nigga run like Ocho - Cinco on my mink hoe I'm the protégé of pimpin' livin' for the sippin' Now that they rolled away to Clinton Marijuana shippin' Champagne lobster shrimpin' Game trained not to listen, maintain pop the clip in Why run nigga? It's gon' come nigga But 'til the day it does I'm a hold my shit down, take it in blood Outsiders get no love