This n*gga Die lyrics

by

Big Tymers


[B.G.]
Ain't this a b*tch

[Hook: Mannie Fresh-2x]
If this n*gga die, then a lot of n*ggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry

[B.G. {talking underneath hook}]
(?????) - f*ck it
Someone gotta handle that
Checkmate, n*gga

[Verse 1]
n*gga done crept down and put ten in my dog
He the only son, so you know his mom's goin' off
I wouldn't be a true n*gga if I let this slide
Gotta saddle up - I gotta strap up and ride
My n*gga momma gon' cry, then your momma gon' cry
One less in my clique, one in your clique gon' die
It's the game - you forgot it's eye for a eye
Body for body, so you gon' respect my mind
You done started somethin' I'ma take real far
Everyday is shootouts - you done started guerrilla war
It got me hurtin' to see my dog people in grief
So it's law I bring the same pain to your peeps
I'm dressed to kill: black-hooded, black souljas and 'Bauds
When I spot ya I'ma let the stop on the SK unfold
When you hear that: chukah-blauw!! chukah-blauw!!
I'm tellin' you it's too late to run now
[Hook]
If this n*gga die, then a lot of n*ggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this n*gga die, then a lot of n*ggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this n*gga die, then a lot of n*ggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this n*gga die, there's gon' be consequences and repercussions - believe that

[Verse 2]
In the streets I gotta have that mind frame "f*ck it"
Gotta keep my nuts dropped - can't be fearin' nothin'
When you're thuggin', n*gga always into somethin'
When you're hustlin', never know when n*gga gon' say, "Up it."
My dog had a deal planned with some new connect
Barely knew 'em, and trust 'em - ain't wear his vest
He got there thinkin' the deal was gon' go sweet
They already had it planned to keep the money and ki's
They hit him up: two to the head, two to the chest, two to the neck
And left him there to meet his death
I feel guilty lettin' him go solo
Even though he told me, "Chill", I still should've rolled
So now I'm in some beef with n*ggas I barely know
I met 'em once, but I use to f*ck one of they ho
I hit her up for some info and broke her off proper
Go to they hideout and release that chopper
[Hook]
If this n*gga die, then a lot of n*ggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this n*gga die, then a lot of n*ggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this n*gga die, then a lot of n*ggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this n*gga die, then a lot of n*ggas gon' die -
Consequences and repercussions

[Verse 3]
This stank b*tch that I grew up with in the hood
My n*gga jocked her - I warned him that she was no good
But f*ck me - he heard the pus*y was the sh*t
He went, got caught up, got pus*y-whipped
Every night he sleepin' by this stank b*tch
And I told him she threw crosses and she'll set him up for sh*t
But he ain't listen, he tell me mind my biz
Now some n*ggas went there, took him out there and split his wig
I ain't know that's where he start to stash his yay
He knew better to keep work where his head gon' lay
But f*ck that, I gotta put some iron on her
Gotta release all seventeen out the nine on her
One of my hoes saw her shakin' ass in the club
She hurried up, went to the phone and hit me up
I spinned 'round, saw her, and straight cut loose
Jive ho, this from him through me straight to you
[Hook]
If this n*gga die, then a lot of n*ggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this n*gga die, then a lot of n*ggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this n*gga die, then a lot of n*ggas gon' die
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
If this n*gga die, then a lot of n*ggas gon' die -
It's gon' be a eye for an eye
Consequences and repercussions
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