Don’t Die lyrics

by

Bun B


[Sample: di*k Gregory]
How come...with the thousands of black cops in America...you ain't never picked up the paper, turned on the TV, or the news...and seen white folk crying...because this black cop...shot my loved one in the back of the head...cause he thought the cellphone was a gun. How come you don't see that?...You think black cops is...more spiritual? You think better qualified? Nah...They got enough sense to know that white folks ain't going to tolerate it...And the only reason they do to us what they do cause you tolerate it. Ok, I'm not telling you don't chastise these young men! But I ain't see you chastise the police!!

[Intro]
Hahahaha Real bad guy sh*t
Hahaha Living like a villain
Never chilling heavy influence on your chillun
Yeah!

[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning to a cop with a gun
Who told me that he looking for a n*gga on the run
I thought for a second and I screwed my face
And asked them dirty pigs, “Why the f*ck you in my place?”
He said “Chill or we kill, this is a warning”
Then I told him “f*ck you, where is the warrant?”
Then they got to punching and kicking and macing
Then the whole situation went Larry Davis
Thinking ’bout my lady and thinking ’bout my baby
Thinking, “Is these motherf*cking pigs going crazy”
They wanna kill a n*gga ’cause a n*gga on his rap sh*t
Wanna leave me dead on a mattress, Hampton
I’m a Public Enemy because I’m Cold Lampin’
And I don’t give a f*ck about a party in the Hamptons
And I don’t give a f*ck about a motherf*ckin' Forbes list
Far as I’m concerned, that’s a motherf*ckin' whores list
[Bridge]
Motherf*cker, my dad was a cop
You don’t think I know a dirty ass cop when I see one?
Shake down, take down, disrespecting-the-badge-ass-b*tch!

[Verse 2]
Back to the scene going wild in the bedroom
Grab the cop’s gun left him leaking with a head wound
Second cop shot, but the bullet hit his partner
Shot him in the leg and he hit a main arter-y
Now the dirty cop’s looking at me
Talking ’bout he kill a n*gga if I try to flee
sh*t, I’m about to lose it, so he gon’ have to prove it
All because the government hate rap music
I’ve been labeled outlaw, renegade, villain
So was Martin King, so the system had to kill him
A n*gga with an attitude, the world gotta feel him
Educated villain, Intent on living
If I gotta kill a copper just to make it out the building
That motherf*cker gettin' left dead no feelings
Yelling “f*ck him” as I buck A 45 at his fillings
Trying to knock his brains through the motherf*cking ceiling

[Bridge]
Hey bruh, hey bruh I'm in some trouble, OK
I gotta be gon for a minute
Just call my old man
It's real deep sh*t man, it's f*cked up, I shot a cop
[Verse 3]
When I surface on the streets I can hear the crowd yelling
And see the neighborhood snitches pointing and telling
I’m bailing like a felon or Assata Shakur
Before the law leave me stinking like a bag of manure
Like Jeriko One in the movie ‘Strange Days’
They want a n*gga dead ’cause the things that I say
Might make the youth go and pick up an AK
Tell the government “f*ck you, no way”
Like John Connor mama I be running everyday
‘Cause if I get caught it’s my life they terminate
Or stick me in a cell on Guantanamo Bay
All because a n*gga won't submit and obey
I’ll be an outlaw before I ever behave
And die a free man before I live like a slave
Nothing changes, if they catch me today
“f*ck the police” is still all I gotta say
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