Crossfire

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, he owe me fifty dollars Yo, I hear you, man, come on, clear it up Look, man, look, look them mothafuckas still ain't comin', man Or you don't think so? Or you don't think so? Well let me tell you somethin', niggas short for my money I'ma dead 'em dead in this shit motherfucka Man fuck that boy, man why you beefin' with me, man? I'm a crease that motherfucka like Sunday You hear me motherfucker? I'ma go drop that motherfucker I'ma drop 'em, man, I'ma crave 'em" [Verse 1] That automatic, I keep by my bed It's for my bitches when I fuck, I press it on they head And pull the trigger with no clip in it, even though I'm that nigga I chat in drug businеss when I'm on the shitta, I'm paranoid Two Desеrt Eagles in my catalogue, I told my bitch, "Swim good" Like Lara Croft I could deliver the brick if you add a couple yards I'm just a dealer, all eyes, the rap star Twenty-four hour grind, five minute showers (Kill you in this bitch!) Got my dough up (Oop), gotta blow like the **** Y'all fuckin' cowards (Uh), every sixteen sour (Fly!) I wanna get her maybe, inside baby powder Maybe I die tomorrow, but I'ma live today (Right) You just a little giant, Danny O'Shea I'm just a young papi with a old fade My flow genuine, I could bag soya [Chorus] Either you ride or prepare to die (Bitch!) Either you bang or prepare to hide I'ma grown-ass man, I don't play no games I don't know about love, but I know about pain Either you ride or prepare to die Either you bang or prepare to hide I'ma grown-ass man, I don't play no games (Word, word) This real life, Bamz 'til I hit my grey Crossfire [Verse 2] You know you fucked up Got the liquor talkin', I'm cookin' in the kitchen, studio apartment Tanboys doin' what Terror Squad started Be real, I'm insane, not retarded I'm not dumbin' down, I wanna be the best This rap game cutthroat and leave your neck So now it's cool to be gustos, give me respect You pullin' cards, have your fire all on deck Give me my currency, trademark in JetSet I still deal the fiends, a corner boy vet EastSide el barrio, we the best I still fuck with birdies, I'm not Ol' Shep My grandpa was a gangster, that's old rep 100 Keep It 'til the death You wanna talk hoes? I still keep them wet With snow, like the seventh-innin' I'ma make it stretch [Interlude] What the fuck you doin'? Just papin' up You won't be doing shit behind my back, why the fuck you gon' be doing that? Off court, man it was my turn, man, we just playin', it's just lupe I don't give a fuck who you is, be my mother, motherfucker, I don't play that shit I'm sorry, man If you do that shit, just do it front of my face [Chorus] Either you ride or prepare to die (Bitch!) Either you bang, don't prepare to hide I'ma grown-ass man, I don't play no games I don't know about love, but I know about pain Either you ride or prepare to die Either you bang, don't prepare to hide I'ma grown-ass man, I don't play no games This real life, Bamz 'til I hit my grey (Crossfire) Crossfire