Testo If I Die - Uncle Murda
Testo della canzone If I Die (Uncle Murda), tratta dall'album Lenny Grant Story
It's the Lenny Grant story, nigga
Just know I'm shooting back when them niggas come to hit me
If I die, bet you one of my opps is coming with me
Rest in peace to me and the nigga that hit me up
I'm going out like a G, street niggas gon' pick me up
Told you if I die, don't cry for me
Just ride for me, make all them niggas die for me
And if you ain't gon' ride for me, don't lie to me
Don't chill and get high with me
If I die, nigga, make a nigga whole family
Feel it, kill everything that nigga love
You know how I would've did it, let my fam know
That niggas too responsible, got smoke
Financially that good, if I die, I'm not broke
Spin them niggas block, after y'all hit them niggas up
Then you can go on Instаgrаm and post all my pictures up
And write about how you miss me and the long caption
And subliminally, you can let niggas know what happened
Fuck pouring out liquor and gettin' a tattoo
If you see a nigga mother lackin', see, you get clapped too
Kill one of mines, your whole family life in danger
This the mentality of a young Brooklyn teenager
I ain't got a lot of friends, but I got a lot of opps
Can't dead no beef in the hood after a body drop
It's on for life, on sight, you know I got it on me
Police coming, niggas screaming out the window to warn me
Just know I'm shooting back when them niggas come to hit me
If I die, bet you one of my opps is coming with me
Rest in peace to me and the nigga that hit me up
I'm going out like a G, street niggas gon' pick me up
Told you if I die, don't cry for me
Just ride for me, make all them niggas die for me
And if you ain't gon' ride for me, don't lie to me
Don't chill and get high with me
48 Laws of Power, crush your enemy totally
When I kill one of my opps, I want the nigga to know it's me
Police trying to trick me, saying we got people that saw ya
No first 48 hours, I'm asking for a lawyer
I'll kill a nigga that killed my man and do a quarter
I'm riding 'til the wheels fall off like I'm a transporter
Bodies dropping, we don't care if it's cameras on the corner
You dying from a headshot when my niggas run up on ya
Still active, still dealing with all kinds of beef
Smoking one of my opps right now, mixed with some phantos leaf
We police ourself, nigga, we don't involve the cops
The soul, my man, kids, we killed the nigga that killed they pops
I know that can't bring them back, but I hope they get some closer
And remember what we did for they pops when they get older
Dying ain't the shit, but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot
Just know I'm shooting back when them niggas come to hit me
If I die, bet you one of my opps is coming with me
Rest in peace to me and the nigga that hit me up
I'm going out like a G, street niggas gon' pick me up
Told you if I die, don't cry for me
Just ride for me, make all them niggas die for me
And if you ain't gon' ride for me, don't lie to me
Don't chill and get high with me
Just know I'm shooting back when them niggas come to hit me
If I die, bet you one of my opps is coming with me
Rest in peace to me and the nigga that hit me up
I'm going out like a G, street niggas gon' pick me up
Told you if I die, don't cry for me
Just ride for me, make all them niggas die for me
And if you ain't gon' ride for me, don't lie to me
Don't chill and get high with me
Credits
Writer(s): Kristof Lilienthal, Leonard Carl Grant, Lewis Kalli, Sir Luke
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