Day You Die

Lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] I'm telling you, boy, it's like the second coming Of the ghost I been doing this shit for a while Y'all niggas follow my footsteps Sort of like footprints in the sand You see them, but you don't know where I'm at Hah hah [Verse 1: Styles P] See no evil, here no evil I'm in the game where you get killed by your people Them shorties in the hood, don't care who diesel They can't aford [?] Now the fact they little and in the dirt, they remind me of weaselss Get them shortys a pistol, they sick like meezles That's why I let you know that [?] leave you Whenever I breze through You can get smoked like [?] too Yeah I rap hard, but I'm moving them keys too 44 large [?] dodge and weve [?] An egle on a dollar and the desert [?] get the deserts with the dollars, and the dollars with the desert You wanna be a soldier, try to follow me to heaven Or maybe in a [?] house, you on the dick like a bitch, but it won't be sperm I shoot in your mouth Fuck the fame, I play the game to get the lute and be out [Chorus: Sheek Louch] These hood niggas know what my name is Walk around with this big ass stainless Bitch nigga fronting, then I'm leaving him brainless They say that I'm dangerous Cause they know what I came with A couple of bangers And chroam 45's Couple of trucks [?] couple of pies Big ass hoodies Black mask for the skys Couple my guys And I sware it be the day you die [Verse 2: Styles P] I been missing my prayers, I need to say them all often Violate in the hood, that's a sure cofen That's the 50 percent, well that's a small portion If [?] best believe it's all bosses I'm the one tryna recoop all losses I don't give a fuck [?] go against all forses Sat in a cell, and all I thought was more corpses Looked in the safe, and all I thought was more Porshes Hit the dealer up, bigger kit, more horses Rep the stick up kids, go and take more crosses I'm a big boy, that come through and make offers I could buy the block, a lotta shots [?] Have niggaas missing, something like Jimmy Hoffer Time after time, but nothing like Cyndi Lauper Nine after nine, cemmi in a green parka Shoot your block up, cause I heard your team is talking [Chorus: Sheek Louch] These hood niggas know what my name is Walk around with this big ass stainless Bitch nigga fronting, then I'm leaving him brainless They say that I'm dangerous Cause they know what I came with A couple of bangers And chroam 45's Couple of trucks [?] couple of pies Big ass hoodies Black mask for the skys Couple my guys And I sware it be the day you die [Verse 3: Styles P] I do my dirt by myself, dress bummy, hide my wealth It's going down, Imma lide my shelf Got my kids right now I mean right now So later on in life, they [?] Robbing those that'll rob they self Die for those that provided help Tryna make time for time itself Diamonds shine, but so do the 9's [?] 17, that's under the belt And I'd rather cry for joy, than cry for help And I can't rely on you, I rely on myself And I'd rather lay in he dirt, say I had my day on the Earth But play a verse, [?] might help [Chorus: Sheek Louch] These hood niggas know what my name is Walk around with this big ass stainless Bitch nigga fronting, then I'm leaving him brainless They say that I'm dangerous Cause they know what I came with A couple of bangers And chroam 45's Couple of trucks [?] couple of pies Big ass hoodies Black mask for the skys Couple my guys And I sware it be the day you die