Never Take Me Alive lyrics

by

Z-Ro


(*talking*)
Yeah, you'll never take a n*gga like me alive n*gga
I'm a soldier n*gga, I ain't the type of n*gga that complain n*gga
I roll with the punches ya dig, my n*gga Z-Ro on the track
I got my n*gga Will-Lean, in the building
The Black Al Kapone, is in the building n*gga
You know the label, Clover G's is the label that pays me

[Will-Lean]
I'ma slip and slide, this clip inside
This 4-5 focused on your face, then split the side
Cause this infrared gon chase, and follow your ride
It's beef I'm serving n*gga, so swallow your pride
Will-Lean the Chemist boy, you know the name
Screwed Up Click afilliated, who showed you the game
Lyrical assault like my Glock, spitting holes through your frame
Like the dope and the caine, running through your nose and your veins
I'm throwing out flames, like a gallon of propane
With a guillotine n*gga, that'll open your brain
Open the range on your spot, stand and scoping your stang
Call the cops, I'll have you wishing and begging to open they canes
Watch your mouth n*gga, when you speaking my name
I'm deep in the streets, so you know I'm deep in the game
They'll find your remains, dumped beaten and slained
A Clover G motherf*cker, block bleeding this game
[Hook - 2x]
You'll never take me alive
How many homies in the hood, down to ride
You swallow a bullet b*tch, or swallow your pride
You better tell these n*ggas, that I'm from the Southside
n*gga, you damn right

[Black Al Kapone]
Kapone gon ride with my G's, till these wheels fall off
And when our wheels fall off, we gon kill y'all boys
We some game spitters, b*tch getters hit n*ggas
Six figgas fir this ice, this is our life you n*gga
Push a Maybach, in dry weather
Ever since I got shot, I keep my Baretta (n*gga you better)

[Lil' Flip]
Cause the streets, ain't a mo'f*cking joke
It's like the City of God, lil' kids'll kill you for a bag of dope
The Southside in this b*tch, and we all high
You want beef, them bullets fly and y'all all die
Cause I don't think you understand, who you f*cking with
Since I was 10, I was taught not to trust a b*tch
This rapping made me rich, I know you hate that
Three million in nine months, can you make that
I'm clocking do' and copping O's, of that white widow
I catch you in your sleep, and leave your brains on your pillow
So stop fronting, like I won't pop heat
Cause it's 25 guns, if I'm fifty deep
And it's 25 knives, I'll poke you n*gga
I'm a worldwide player, you a local n*gga
You better play your position, before you come up missing
Cause my n*ggas put in work, and homie ain't no snitching
Oh yeah did I mention, y'all can kiss my ass
And I own a Maybach, so you can keep that Jag
[Trae]
It ain't too many that'll ride for me, so I'ma keep this beat put to my back
On the blocks repping A.B.N., full time and it ain't no doubt about that
I done seen the worst, seen n*ggas get dropped in a hearse
Seen n*ggas try to get self on wax, and get f*cked off trying to sell a verse
Really they tripping, speaking on my name will get you put in situations
Anticipations of a ass-whooping, so now you sitting back waiting
Hold up cat the Mack c*cked back what you talking, G-type sh*t that's what I'm walking
Some of these n*ggas wanna try to blend in, then end up getting outlined in chalk and
Now what was that all about our cutters, swear that you was running sh*t
But now you done metaled with these guerillas, why the f*ck is you running b*tch
It ain't hard to see that we bone hard, just like my n*gga named Curtis
And for that I gotta greet ya, as*h*le n*ggas at your service

[Z-Ro]
Now it been too many n*ggas lately, acting like they wanna do me some harm
But since I'm always heavily armed, it just remain cool to keep my calm
Promise it ain't nothing for me to drop a bomb, on a whole block
Everybody saying all sides, is about to recieve a series of callico shots
So recievingmissly y'all ain't gon never take me alive
I'ma squeeze and make a n*gga leak in the street
Cutter from push-up's and backarms
That's why I knock out n*ggas teeth in the streets
I stay focused and pack all three of my guns, I'm complete when I creep
These hoes love the D-Boy, so it make they pus*y get wet and leak when I speak
If I gotta make an appearance, you better believe it'll be brief and discrete
Hop in the murder mobile, and slide through like a thief in the N-I-G-H-T
It's so many motherf*ckers mad, cause I got money at first it was funny
But I bet if they could catch me slipping, they would try to take it from me
But I got news for ya, they gon see picking out a suit and shoes for ya
I'm bout, to get rude with ya
b*tch I'ma keep on clocking cash
Keeping the Khakis creased cruising quickly in the Crentley
Y'all n*ggas ain't never gon take me alive
As soon as I clear this b*tch it's empty
[Hook - 2x]
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