Music Video

St. John Willing to Die
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
St. John
St. John
Performer
Richard A. Trapp
Richard A. Trapp
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Mair
Bob Mair
Composer
Nick Vincent
Nick Vincent
Composer
Richard A. Trapp
Richard A. Trapp
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Mair
Bob Mair
Producer
Nick Vincent
Nick Vincent
Producer

Lyrics

For the brothers at my side id be willin to die Getting high all the time id be willin to die We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime For whats left of my life id be willin to die I been dying to try see this look in my eye First lesson in the street cant compete with me Lookin hard little gangsta making me look over my shoulder Bumpin a range rover with the bulletproof glas Had to get that up some things in my past Bound to catch up to me man I might not last Makin suckas bleed lean out the window and blast Don't try to sneak up man I think too fast I hope they come undercover man ill say self Defense Looking at my life I cant claim innocence It came and it went much money been spent Many wigs been bent back and twisted with the lethal Times up, game over aint no sequel Aint no such thing as evil its do or die Gangsta hustler a piece of the pie For the brothers at my side id be willin to die Getting high all the time id be willin to die We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime For whats left of my life id be willin to die Ever since I was a shorty on the corner drinking Clockin mathematics movin weight like an addict Had my boys posted up stoop one and two If some chickens walk by scoop two or one Take out the back and then show em my gun Ice around my neck make you blind from the sun What kind a high you need? Ill let you try some son So many enemies anyone could be one Come and try if you wanna die Ill make you wonder why I ride if I wanna ride Kill you by the bedside don't you see im dead right See the one that make the lead fly down at MidnightSneakin up on suckas if you aint got the cash h Say something son beat that as with a flashlight Run sucka run im the one with ammunition Dumb sucka dumb you got the wrong intuition
Writer(s): Robert C Mair, Nicholas A Vincent, Richard Aubrey St John Trapp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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