Live Til' I Die - 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

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

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