Dead Ya Damn Self (Pt. 1)

Lyrics

[Intro: Omar Epps & 2Pac from Juice, Big Mike] Yo, big man If you want respect, you gotta earn it You damn right! You gotta be ready to throw down, stand up and die for that shit! EOB [Interlude: Aasim] Let me take you on a journey, of sight and sound My mic sound nice, check 1, 2, check 1, 2 A coward dies a thousand death, a soldier dies at one [Verse: Aasim] Aas' apocalypse, the endin' of a chapter Beginnin' of a poetic rapture, crowd capture My rap stature tower over the rafters Cry later and bow to the master, laugh now Act now, black face, white state of mind I'm a cash cow, MAC blaow, nigga, back down Act proud of a nigga bringin' flow back Frontin' niggas see me postin' in the background And I don't wear throwbacks I'm a scientist definin' what life is to black youth As opposed to white kids in the 'burbs with big houses They mothers and fathers is both rich spouses So I dig out the back of big booty bitches I love ghetto girls, I can't stand bougie bitches Gimme Remy and some "do me" bitches And when it's heavy, I got them double barrels and uzi bitches Ah-choo, excuse me, I flow sick At you like ol' pussy, no dick You ain't nicer than the N-I-C If you gamble, nigga, bet I be, jackpot, nigga [Outro: 2Pac from Juice] You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know You there to take them out! Any time you feel like it! You gotta get the ground beneath yo' feet, partner! Get the wind behind your back or go out in a blaze if you got to! Otherwise, you ain't shit! You might as well be dead ya damn self!