Live by the gun... then you die by it
Screaming gang gang but will you lie by em
You non violent... moving with the live wires
You just food... wrong move and they'll night night ya
Hold on let me paint a picture
I'm from the Bronx where it feel like 90 in late December
Survival of fittest... you niggaz tender
Get stomped out... ya fam dog you won't remember
Money be the motive just don't get greedy
My wife bad... she cook n clean and she not needy
She keep a deuce deuce her aim is not iffy
So press ya luck and you will be laying 6ft deep
Smoking big blunts nothing less than 50...
Love Deusse but today i'm f*cking with henny
No chaser... plotting on some paper...
F*ck all the bullshit i'm just trying own some acres
F*ck all that bullshit... i wanna see Jamaica
On the frontline ain't no backing up
Once we hit the top ain't no passing us
Need ya to dub ya friends cuz they gassing ya
Hunnit bill hunnit bill every one i'm racking up
I ain't playing fair... this burial grounds homie and death near
Get Buried be the motto
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Live by the gun... then you die by it
Screaming gang gang but will you lie by em
You non violent... moving with the live wires
You just food... wrong move and they'll night night ya
Hold on let me paint a picture
I'm from the Bronx where it feel like 90 in late December
Survival of fittest... you niggaz tender
Get stomped out... ya fam dog you won't remember
Money be the motive just don't get greedy
My wife bad... she cook n clean and she not needy
She keep a deuce deuce her aim is not iffy
So press ya luck and you will be laying 6ft deep
Smoking big blunts nothing less than 50...
Love Deusse but today i'm f*cking with henny
No chaser... plotting on some paper...
F*ck all the bullshit i'm just trying own some acres
F*ck all that bullshit... i wanna see Jamaica
On the frontline ain't no backing up
Once we hit the top ain't no passing us
Need ya to dub ya friends cuz they gassing ya
Hunnit bill hunnit bill every one i'm racking up
I ain't playing fair... this burial grounds homie and death near
Get Buried be the motto
Screaming gang gang but will you lie by em
You non violent... moving with the live wires
You just food... wrong move and they'll night night ya
Hold on let me paint a picture
I'm from the Bronx where it feel like 90 in late December
Survival of fittest... you niggaz tender
Get stomped out... ya fam dog you won't remember
Money be the motive just don't get greedy
My wife bad... she cook n clean and she not needy
She keep a deuce deuce her aim is not iffy
So press ya luck and you will be laying 6ft deep
Smoking big blunts nothing less than 50...
Love Deusse but today i'm f*cking with henny
No chaser... plotting on some paper...
F*ck all the bullshit i'm just trying own some acres
F*ck all that bullshit... i wanna see Jamaica
On the frontline ain't no backing up
Once we hit the top ain't no passing us
Need ya to dub ya friends cuz they gassing ya
Hunnit bill hunnit bill every one i'm racking up
I ain't playing fair... this burial grounds homie and death near
Get Buried be the motto
Writer: Def Soulja
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