Live ’Til I Die

Album cover art for "Live ’Til I Die" by Mac Dre & Black Jesus

Mac Dre & Black Jesus - Rap, Hip-Hop

Live ’Til I Die

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Duration: 2:50

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Jesus] If you funkin' harder than Iraq with your Cobra Commando Fingers  gettin' blisters, plus you runnin' outta ammo I  advise for you to get it handled Or expect to get more sacks than Randall Cunningham, better do the Running Man If  you ain't got a gun in your and then scramble Like  eggs for breakfast, come back with a rage, aggression And stray like a tiger who vandals Then  maneuver up the block Like my nigga Hus' from the P with handles Accelerate it to the floor Push these scrapers like we was in Lambos, shit Life  is a gamble Be all beach and sandals until somebody come and drop a anvil I'm tryna live 'til I die Keep purp in my woods and thizz 'til I fry In a 'rari, stunt on Rodeo Drive But it's still Acorn for life War Mark told me to sleep in my Nikes But Unc the most told me to eat in the night And stay ferocious like a fear in a lion [Interlude: Mac Dre] Hold up, man, come on now, Black Jesus Come on, cuddie Nigga, you know better than that Boy, you know that shit went over them people head, man Man, I'ma reiterate words that you just chose literate So these crooked niggas can get it straight Didn't you hear that nigga? That nigga say he gon' live 'til he die Yeah, and that's my motto: live 'til I die [Verse 2: Mac Dre] Yep, you right (Nigga, how you know?) Man, pimpin' had to let that bitch go She a dime tryna steal my shine Tell that bitch, "Take a number, get your ass back in line" You wastin' my muh'fuckin' time I'm the biggest thing since Sprite put lemon with lime Have you lost yo' motherfuckin' mind? You must don't know, bitch, I'm the kind Bitch, I'm the kind, bitch [Outro: Mac Dre] Alright, caught me on a nice day Tell you what I'ma do I ain't gon' do nothin' to you But you better get your ass ready, bitch 'Cause your whole world finna come crumbling down around your ass, yeah Everybody that know you gon' hate that they even met you, man, yeah Even that fat, stanky ass, greasy mama you got, bitch, yeah They gon' get rid of knowing you, yeah They gon' trade you in for something

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Credits

Writers
  • Black Jesus
  • Mac Dre