You Can’t Kill Me lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah y'all... New York City...
Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight...
The most famous town in the whole f*ckin' world...
The other night, n*gga was at Lotus...
I hit P and them
I was Dom P'ed up in there, you know...
But I found this new spot we went to the other night, yo
Check it out, check it out how it went

[Verse 1]
It was just cool like, smooth night with my jewels bright
Goons left, goons right, coupe with blue lights
Bad girls in black pearls, gave us cat calls
Took 'em back to the crib to break they ass off
In the loft, mixing hash and dro
Honey spreaded that as*h*le like a wide mouth bass
Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast
When the phone ring, the house lights flash
Turned down the sound, let's get down to business
sh*t about to go down with some foul n*ggas
What the voice said, "What up, pop? Who want it?"
I put the guap up, get the boy popped
He say "Son, stop, it's dudes you feedin'
Who feedin' other dudes, but they really not eatin'"
Dog, why you callin' me? This our food
You handle the mouths that it trickles down to
n*ggas want beef, I want some of that cow too
But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich
Don't bother me with silly sh*t, call Rico
He said "It IS Rico, of all people
Gave his moms furs, called up the mayor
To get his crime pardoned, his son's godfather"
Said the n*gga shot up my cars
Last night he laid for me to come out my doors?
[Chorus]
n*ggas always on that bullsh*t
To make a n*gga wanna open up a full clip
n*ggas always on that bullsh*t
Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
n*ggas always on that bullsh*t
To make a n*gga wanna open up a full clip
n*ggas always on that bullsh*t
Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
You can't kill me

[Verse 2]
High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass
Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half
You speakin' hogwash, silly sh*t, Balderdash
I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on
The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's a don
What you think that he spawned? A slacker? Nah
Packed the 9's, yo this n*gga's asinine
Smack your mom, relaxed and calm, then mack your mom
In a casket, you'll get your fashion on
You'll be in a suit and tie, you'll die
You'll make maggots turn to flies, f*ckin' with Nas
Remember anyone can get it at anytime
Lames'll swear by your name, when they lie
Get hit with the lone star, ripped where your bones are
So tell me how yo' ass gon' run, from a C-Z-P-0-1?
In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser
Merk you wit your own shooters
All you want is a name, p*ssed and insane
My security system, my playspot a fireplace, listen
Then it goin' off, start spittin'
n*ggas try to bring it where I live in
Trustin' you, knew where all of the cribs at
So we waited with the Sigs, blat, blat, blat!
[Chorus]
n*ggas always on that bullsh*t
To make a n*gga wanna open up a full clip
n*ggas always on that bullsh*t
Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
n*ggas always on that bullsh*t
To make a n*gga wanna open up a full clip
n*ggas always on that bullsh*t
Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
You can't kill me

[Outro]
You can't kill me
You can't kill me
You can't kill me