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Die Hard
1,028
Hip-Hop/Rap
Die Hard was released on July 8, 1997 by B.I.B. Music as a part of the album The Comrads
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Release DateJuly 8, 1997
LabelB.I.B. Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Comrads
The Comrads
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
fallenluv
fallenluv
Composer
Пухов Вячеслав Александрович
Songwriter
Волков Роман Леонидович
Songwriter
Корбут Тимофей Павлович
Songwriter

Lyrics

Intro:
~ Die hard, die hard, die hard, die hard ~
Pronto comrad like chanto
40 caliber, ****, under the Hancho
Your man named Gin, what's happenin?
I'm Sancho; A shiesty individual, a criminal
They shake & roll, young ****, what they hitting fo'?
Tdlyin' from [???]
With the million dollar clique that all the haters wanna be in
Twister's on the GM and Terry's on the BMW
He's loving ya, I'm fucking ya, ya sucking us
Share-share a like, huh? share with a player or a dike, huh? Don't wanna be like Mike
Toys with takoons, I slap her hard like Worn Moon[???]
Flap, like a driver on a womb (🤣idk)
Shootouts with her, POOM-PIN!
I don't humm-sing, I'm on 100 spoke thangs and a Die Hard
Die hard!
Pump ya breaks, homeboy
'Cuz we's die hard's!
Die hard's! Die hard!
Big atom makes 'em fall 'cuz we's die hard's!
I make money, money don't make me
Too many fakes been getting rich talking all that street shit
Now, ain't this a bitch? sin't never did shit but hung around and memorized the game of conversation
Ain't no vacay' in the land down under, sometimes it makes a young **** wonder
You know, 24/7 got money on my mind
Hustling like a mothofucka, always to the grind
The homies always told me "get your money, loc" self-preservation it is number 1
But nevertheless, life is an everyday test
In this land of milk & honey, it all comes down to the money
Peep game when it's in yo' face: LA is still the place! (West Side!)
So if you ever wanna come and meet us, make sure you bring all your cheddar and your hitters, we die hard's
Die hard, Die hard's!
Pump ya breaks, homeboy
'Cuz we's die hard's!
Die hard's! Die hard's!
Big atom makes 'em fall 'cuz we's die hard's
Nutty as I wanna, Gold Daytona's
A million dollar **** without a high school diploma
Who needs IDM when I can smoke bud & drink Gin, and change my dollar to a yin?
Love for my homies in the pen
Overseas with G's, jockin' you hoe, man, cuz I like her
Pushin' that snow, man, cuz I'm slick like [???]
Follow me like a pipe[???]
Use this treachery [???] revolver like a sniper
Come take a trip to the valley of the fallen soulja's
More boulders than bedrock
Mothafuckas lined up like Woodstock
Block 20 like this, spittin' fire
Hot like the sun
Westside Connect gang is where we from
5 minutes from the mountains, 10 minutes from the sea
We steady throwing bricks at the penitentiary
Century after century, they gon' mentions us
Wearing rags on our face when we BUST!
(we die hard!)
Die hard, Die hard's!
Pump ya breaks, homeboy
'Cuz we's die hard's!
Die hard's! Die hard's!
Big atom makes 'em fall 'cuz we's die hard's
Written by: fallenluv, Волков Роман Леонидович, Корбут Тимофей Павлович, Пухов Вячеслав Александрович
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