Death Before Dishonor

Lyrics

[Produced by Noah "40" Shebib & Kanye West] [Intro: DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga? [Verse 1: gamemast15r] Ayo, it's death before dishonor You fuck with me or my family then I'm pullin' out a Llama The only way I can keep calm is a strain of marijuana I send you to the zombie walk, I'm a savage, just not a designer I may have suicidal thoughts, you know this shit's depressing What comes around goes around, out of my Smith & Wesson My role models are Don Vito Corleone and Al Capone Minus the Syphilis, but you know this shit infectious Even when I'm in the zone, there's only so many sins I can atone That when I make it to the afterlife, Hell's my place, no side steppin' Coke deals and guns, that's how I get my money for my kid's college So they don't stoop down to my level, want them to get some knowledge Two strikes on a criminal record, there ain't no way to get a job So we have to do what we need to do feed the fam, which is kill and rob If you try to dishonor me, then you will perish After Once Upon a Time, no more mafia, there will be just Erik [Chorus: Charlie F] It's like a lot of games bein' played How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you with me or what? Yeah It's like a lot of games are bein' played How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you with me or what? Yeah [Verse 2: gamemast15r] Mastering the art of manipulation is the way of life up in the crew In this way of life there is no way of telling what will be done to you Easily offended over honor, get the mac milly, and splat Or else you could end up worse: in the back of the trunk like Billy Batts Mafia trench coats, Tommy guns and automatics Don't fuck with the gang, or else you'll be caught in traffic Stay on the lee low, don't be caught up on cameras And that's a route for success, cause the fame is just so bad for us Don't run out of stamina, or end up in the back of the trash And you'll find out your killer could take your wife with the smack of an ass Life's cruel, but fuck it, or else you'll lose your chance The Devil is in the pale moonlight, but will you do the dance? I challenge death everyday to a game of chess And I always await my checkmate, fear of bullets go through your chest Fuck the coke game, if we tight, you know I wouldn't charge some fifty A lot of games are going down, so the real question is are you with me? [Chorus: Charlie F] It's like a lot of games bein' played How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you with me or what? Yeah It's like a lot of games are bein' played How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you with me or what? Yeah