Sooner Or Later (Die 1 Day)

Lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] I know that sooner or later I'm going, to meet my maker [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I never thought in the beginning I would see his fall in the end Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends 1990s sins it was all for tha ends Ends for the rims, rims for the Benz, Benz full of skins 'Fore you talk about money, make a mil first You don't dig me, sig me, either kill me or get killed worse Your song's in need of a real verse Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church And right after speech time, it's sparking the street crime Niggas throwing anything at you, except a peace sign Live by the gun, die by the gun 'Til my time come, I'mma spend time with your son I can just see them sad when they remind you of them Them would've did the same thing, We're confined to the slum and those that don't adapt are either blind, deaf or dumb Spine of a squirrel, mind of a girl set to run [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Why run nigga? It's gon' come nigga But 'til the day it does I'ma hold my shit down, take it in blood Outsiders get no love [Verse 2: Raekwon] Fishin' in a swamp in a desert, Lizard sweater Half a billy in fives, 2 macs in da ride They call him Coke-Komo, Co-signed by kings in the rich homo Made me 3 mil in a month, Pockets mumped Ferrari still by tha projects buildin', real dot tech ill They dumb out wit uzi's and wheels yo Steak'll take meetings, beefin' too much dough — the legion Bat in my hand — the sweet eastern Losing money fellas, we won't have that, better grab that Or don't come back, or get clapped at Me and my vixens in tha kitchen One sucking dick — I paid to her ass shots and sent to the Brinxton Dons eating calamari, coke in a lawry's jar Never broke, hardly rob, eat with the godly's god Get wit the gods or get wit the mob From Shaolin to Queens, we wild wit the beams [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Why run nigga? It's gon' come nigga But 'til the day it does I'ma hold my shit down, take it in blood Outsiders get no love [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Don't blame me, blame Southside That's what made me ma, crazy high But I'll spot a traitor out my lazy eye, ladies spy I'm the one you wanna have that baby by — Maybe I'm Better of alone, Keeps me in my zone Nights roam, white patron, GT in my chrome Alien phone home, ET in my throne I achieved what they wanted, ease into they stomach When you broke time slow, but ya weeks are numbered And bad news keeps you weak and numb Like when i lost my old man, Damn near threw up the whole weekend son I shoulda listened, friends turned foe, was told so The fo' fo' make a nigga run like Ocho - cinco In my mink ho I'm a protege of pimpin' Livin' for the sippin', now that they rolled away to Clinton Marijuana shippin' Champagne lobster shrimpin' Game trained not to listen, maintain pop the clip in [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Why run nigga? It's gon' come nigga But 'til the day it does I'ma hold my shit down, take it in blood Outsiders get no love