Letra y Significado de DIE ONE DAY, Lloyd Banks

[verse - lloyd banks]
i keep my hip on pound 'cause she gets hectic in my town
drag my family with me 'cause that's how real niggaz get down
if it wasn't for 50 i probably wouldn't be around
caught up in the temptations, sitting in jail or underground
and for that if you snap a finger i'll lay a nigga down
its fucked up when your only facial expression is a frown
a hood rat a put a future in a fools pants
till she find out you cant buy furniture with food stamps
a year ago i made a decision before i shut my eyelids
pray to god i get shot tomorrow 'cause i don't like surprises
when you hot as a oven, they embrace you with open arms
when you cold as a freezer, niggaz treat you like they don't need ya'
some people call it they vapors, me i call it amnesia
live my life principle driven, never bite the hand that feeds ya'
never mind all the haters, fuck them all, let them die slow
all i need is my niggaz, money, liquor, and hydro
i know!
[chorus - 2x]
everybody gon' die one day
whether its natural causes or gun play
but fucking with me you sliding down a one way
i keep it gangsta from monday to sunday
[verse - lloyd banks]
don't blame me, blame my mom and pop for breeding this
the game needed this
lloyd banks, a.k.a. mr. i don't feed a bitch
or need a bitch, i state it when i meet a bitch
if you wanna trick you need a switch
'cause i don't trick adidas bitch
this is all i got, i have to blow
so whether its fast or slow
platinum flow is making it easy to kidnap a hoe
pop the bag, pass the dro'
blow about a half a o
legit citizenship, my pimp is international
you gotta agree, these motherfuckers a probably have me latin
before they find a nigga hotter than me
we on top as far as i can see
and since the hood watching me
my regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree
i'm the number one draft pick, none of y'all topping me
i move around with the plastic, you ain't dropping me
the show me love in my city
they fucking with me and i'm fucking with them
nigga g-unit till the end
[chorus - 2x]
[bridge - lloyd banks]
your six inches from a coffin
so i suggest you stop talking
and make me resort to violence
and you'll no longer be walking
your six inches from a coffin
so i suggest you stop talking
and make me resort to violence, nigga
[outro - lloyd banks]
yeah!
you gotta love it!


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