Die lyrics

[Intro: Tah Murdah]
Yea, we about money and murda
The f*ck y'all want to do
Either pass that paper
Or we gonna have to kill you
It's like that n*gga
Don't question why
'Cause when it's murda motherf*cker
Everybody gotta die
Die motherf*cker die
Die motherf*cker die
Die motherf*cker die
Die motherf*cker die

[Verse 1: Tah Murdah]
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 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 mommies love me
(It's gangsta) Yeah, and ain't no n*gga gon' match me
Stocky, chubby n*gga voice real raspy
I see you real flashy "but that ain't gone 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
Six-hundred 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 ride
And while 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 tree's to white sand
Everything is a price man
You snipe when bullets are piping hot
When it's your flesh it begin warming you
Now die motherf*cker die
'Cause I'm tired of warning you
[Verse 2: Black Child]
Yeah, we here now, die motherf*cker
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 your ghetto with gets you good
Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should
It's for my blacks from the bricks 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 these 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: Ja Rule]
Everybody gonna 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
Everybody gonna 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
[Verse 3: 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 kill or be killed head for the hills
But don't never slide down it if you to high ground it (puff, puff)
Uhhh! Is how it sounded two shots thru and silent
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
Breathe wrong and a n*gga have a blown mind
I blow lines like an addict
Bust guns erratic shine blind like carats
Rules above average me and this music make a marriage
So I thee wed 'til I'm either jailed or dead motherf*ckers
Feel me n*ggas

[Bridge: Black Child]
Word to God
Feel us n*gga
We here, again
It's Murda
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Everybody gonna 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
Everybody gonna 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