Artist: Papoose Album: The Nacirema Dream Song: Die Like a G Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro] They say you live by it die by it, the life of a G [Chorus] If my death, is anything like my life, then I'm a die like a G Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me I don't live in the Stuy the Stuy live in me Nigga what! Hit you up with the mac Nigga what! You ain't fuckin with Pap Sendin shots at me I'm bustin 'em back So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap [Verse One] Aiyyo my bond is my life, my word is my bond You pull the two five, I'm a pull the fo' fo' long Niggas can't stop my reign my bars too strong I was here when you came, I'm here when you gone Keep talkin like you tough when you singin your song I'll blow your head off, make the morgue sew it back on Niggas catch beef in the night, and slip in the dawn That's why the most bodies get dropped in the early morn When the body get scooped up, it's shipped to the morgue The killer go to the crib and pillow talk to his girl Baby moms said she gonna send him where he belong Called the cops that's what happen when a woman is scorned At the end of most arguments somebody get warm Always gotta be right, just admit when you wrong Say you 'gon ride through the hood and blow your chron But you just ride through the hoof and blow your horn [Chorus] If my death, is anything like my life, then I'm a die like a G Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me I don't live in the Stuy the Stuy live in me Nigga what! Hit you up with the mac Nigga what! You ain't fuckin with Pap Sendin shots at me I'm bustin 'em back So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap [Verse Two] Feel like I'm Tarzan, awww man my girl Jane My homies wild like the animals we all bang Lookin for this coward 'cause he owe me some small change Heard he in the gamblers spot How you 'gon gamble while you owe me homey? I ran up in the card game With that long thang, I put dots on they heads While they playin poker, I ain't playin with y'all lames Man I gave them niggas poker dots like Kwame Sayin they killers, man when they 'gon start killin When blood start spillin y'all start sayin y'all chillin Let them out of town niggas catch y'all slippin Put work on the blocks some food out of y'all kitchen Flossed in your party, sexed all of y'all women You runnin 'round talkin 'bout you ain't got no hard feelings You ain't got no hard feelings 'cause you really a broad This nigga soft I don't feel him if his feelings ain't hard [Chorus] If my death, is anything like my life, then I'm a die like a G Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me I don't live in the Stuy the Stuy live in me Nigga what! Hit you up with the mac Nigga what! You ain't fuckin with Pap Sendin shots at me I'm bustin 'em back So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap [Verse Three] Could snatch the sharks out the ocean, then watch you die Take you guppies out the fish tank and let you dry Kill you piranhas at a blink of an eye But I ain't thinkin 'bout you I got some bigger fish to fry 'Cause when a nigga live a thug life 'til somebody hit 'em The family always wanna blame the person who with 'em So if you was with your homey and y'all got hit up And he make it and you made it then you better grip up Now it's more homicide, more bloodshed 'Cause all they really wanna know is, why you ain't dead?! A nigga follow my whip I ain't 'gon scream and shout I'm a lead him to his death, that's what I'm about Call my homey on the cell, you chillin no doubt These niggas followin the whip, they must think I'm a slouch I'm a ride through the block, by the club house When you see the car behind me, air that shit out [Chorus] If my death, is anything like my life, then I'm a die like a G Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me I don't live in the Stuy the Stuy live in me Nigga what! Hit you up with the mac Nigga what! You ain't fuckin with Pap Sendin shots at me I'm bustin 'em back So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap [Outro] Nigga what!