เนื้อเพลง Die - Ja Rule

[Tah Murder (Dave Bling)]:
Money ain't never been nothing
I hit the block if this sh*t get ugly
And it ain't never been in my heart to let the n*ggas thug me
Hit the dealer and cop a drop, if the eyes is buggy
And pull up in front of the spot cause the mami's love me
(It's gangsta)
Yeah and ain't no n*gga gone match me
Stocky, chubby n*gga, voice real raspy
I see you real flashy
(But that ain't gon' last n*gga)
Pop fire off shots
(And that's your ass n*gga)
It's war now that's why I keep the four with long nozzle
600 bad b*tch on it, holding down the throttle
And f*ck that beef sh*t cause some beef won't Die
And some n*ggas will say they gangsta, but they won't rise
So why it's hard for you to decide, I'll let it fly
Forty shots hit your ride up
Hit the tropics and hide up under palm trees to white sand
Everything is a price man
You snipe when bullets are piping hot when
It's you flesh, it begin warming you now
(Die, motherf*cker, die)
Cause I'm tired of warning you

[Black Child (Dave Bling)]:
Yeah, we hear now
(Die, motherf*cker, die)
Don't get scared now
(Die, motherf*cker)
Black Child, I'm off parole
It's Murda now in a hood near you
About to burn it down
Word to God
It feels like I'm from every hood
Cause when you ghetto you're ghetto
WIth gats, you good sell cracks
If you could bust your gat
When you should, it's from my blacks
From the brick back to Inglewood
We eat together, n*gga
F*ck the crossroads, in this world
My flow is another lost soul
My sh*t sounds like shots from a four pound
For the b*tch clowns
It's war now
It's all about paper, that's my issue
F*ck peace, you can have a piece of the pistol

[Chorus x2]:
Everybody gon' die, but nobody want dead
(Die, motherf*cker, die)
It's your life
Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared
(Die, motherf*cker, die)
That's your life

[Ja Rule]:
N*ggas know the truth
Rule raises the roof
Cause I pop more shots than Abdul
Rauf and when the concludes
I bring closure to the situ'
Come through
Squeeze eight out the stolen black Pinto
N*ggas know my mental
Killed or be killed, head for the hills
But don't never slide down it if you to high ground it
Uh
Is how it sounded, two shots through and silence
And one n*gga stripped of his talents
New f*cking Yiddy City, the sex and violence
Where first time offenders, get floated to the island
And one time give a n*gga one time breath
Wrong, and a n*gga have a blown mind
I blow lines
Like and addict
Bust guns and erratic shine
Blind like karats
Rules above average
Me and this music make a marriage
So I the thee wed
Til I'm either jailed or dead
Motherf*ckers, feel me n*ggas

[Chorus]