Die One Day

I keep my hip on pound 'cause she gets hectic in my town

Drag my family with me 'cause that's how real **** get down

If it wasn't for 50 I probably wouldn't be around

Caught up in the temptation, sitting in jail or underground

And for that if you snap a finger I'll lay a **** down

It's fucked up when your only facial expression is a frown

A hood rat I put a future in a fool's pants

'Till she find out you can't buy furniture with food stamps

A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids

Pray to God I get shot tomorrow 'cause I don't like surprises

When you hot as a oven, they embrace you with open arms

When you cold as a freezer, **** treat you like they don't need you

Some people call it they vapors, me, I call it amnesia

Live my life principle driven, never bite the hand that feeds ya'

Never mind all the haters, fuck them all, let them die slow

All I need is my ****, money, liquor and hydro, I know

Everybody gonna die one day

Whether it's natural causes or gun play

But fucking with me you sliding down a one way

I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday

Everybody gonna die one day

Whether it's natural causes or gun play

But fucking with me you sliding down a one way

I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday

Don't blame me, blame my mom and pop for breeding this

The game needed this, Lloyd Banks, a.k.a. Mr. I don't feed a bitch

Or need a bitch, I state it when I meet a bitch

If you want to trick you need a switch

'Cause I don't trick Adidas bitch

This is all I got, I have to blow so whether it's fast or slow

Platinum flow is making it easy to kidnap a hoe

Pop a bag, pass the dro', blow about a half a O

Legit citizenship, my pimp is international

You gotta agree, these motherfuckers probably find me Latin

Before they find a **** hotter than me

We on top as far as I can see

And since the hood watching me

My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree

I'm the number one draft pick, none of y'all topping me

I move around with the plastic, you ain't dropping me

They show me love in my city

They fucking with me and I'm fucking with them

**** G-Unit 'till the end

Everybody gonna die one day

Whether it's natural causes or gun play

But fucking with me you sliding down a one way

I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday

Everybody gonna die one day

Whether it's natural causes or gun play

But fucking with me you sliding down a one way

I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday

You're six inches from a coffin

So I suggest you stop talking

And make me resort to violence

And you'll no longer be walking

You're six inches from a coffin

So I suggest you stop talking

And make me resort to violence, ****

You gotta love it!