Lyrics

LET NOTHING DIE
WRITTEN BY
D.WALKER
R.HANNON
J.BOONE
PRODUCED BY T.PERKINS



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YOU AINT GONE KILL NOTHING OR LET NOTHING DIE
YOU AINT GONE SHOOT NOTHING OR LET NOTHING FLY - 2x


1ST VERSE
YOU TAKE A NIGGA AND YOU STRIP HIM FROM HIS JEWELRY AND RIMS
THE MONEY FLASHING WITH THE BIG HOUSE AND SCUFF UP HIS TIMS
MINUS THE LOVE FROM THE STREETS KNUCKLE UP AND DRAW HEAT
YOU NOW LIVING WITH THOSE SAVAGES, NOW CAN YOU COMPETE
YOU FORGOT WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO STRUGGLE MY NIGGA
YOU IN THE "D" YOU BETTER BOSS UP OR GET MUSCLE MY NIGGA
I'M ON A CUT THROAT MISSION JUST TO GET WHAT I NEED
THE ONLY PROBLEM THAT I HAVE IS I LOVE BLOWING ON WEED
SO MR. MEAN MUGGER WHY YOU LIKE WILDING OUT FOR HOES
I KNOW PEOPLES THAT BUST HEADS AND THEY'LL STRIP YOU FOR YOUR CLOTHES
JUST TO SEND A MESSAGE NOW WE GOT THE CITY INFESTED
SPREADING RAPIDLY SEASONED IN YOUR GREENS NOW INGEST IT
I'M CEZZI ORVEL REDDINBOCKER HEAT ME UP AND I'M GOING POP YOU
DUNGEONISTIKZ CLOSIN FAST YOU BETTER DUCKEM PARTNER
I'M TO SKINNY TO RUN AWAY OR BACK DOWN
DIRTY CUZ IS THE ONE TO CALL FOR THE SMACK DOWN

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YOU AINT GONE KILL NOTHING OR LET NOTHING DIE
YOU AINT GONE SHOOT NOTHING OR LET NOTHING FLY

VERSE 2
WHY YOU FRONTIN IN THE FIRST PLACE CATCH THE A.K IN THE WORST WAY
I MAKE TODAY YO HURST DAY, FUNERAL ON YO BIRTHDAY, I DON'T PLAY, I WON'T PLAY
QUICK TO POP YA, WHO SHOT YA, I GOT YA
LUCKY 2 GUNS, ALL EARS THE FIRST SUN, TRAY GUN
IN THE CAR WIT DIRTY CEEZI AND SCONI, REAL NOT PHONY
CRAZY SHIT, YO GIRL LIKE THAT CRAZY HIT
A CRAZY CHICK, SUCKING UP BABIES SLICK, CRAZY SICK
STOP FRONTIN, YOU AINT GONE KILL NOTHIN, DON'T SLIP MOVIN YO LIPS
SAYIN SOMETHIN, FRONTIN LIKE YOU REALLY DUMPIN, YOU REALLY DUMMIN
YOU SAID YOU COMIIN, YO YOU COMIN, YOU RUNNIN
DON'T STOP, 2 MORE BLOCKS, YOU HOLLIN AT THE COPS
I'M POPIN MO THAN PIPER'S, I'M SHOOTIN LIKE THE SNIPER, OUT A VIPER
I'M A POET, A WRITER
ALL NIGHTER LIGHTIN BLUNTS WIT A TORCH SAVE YO LIGHTER
I'M A FIGHTER LIKE TYSON I MIGHT BITE YA
TRUE KILLER QUICK TO KNIFE YA
LINWOOD YOU DON'T LIKE US, WE GET DOWN AN MAKE THE GUN BUST
DON'T TRUST FOES, NEVER LUST HOES, GATORS BUST THOSE
HATERS I GOT NINES I CLUTCH THOSE, WELL DRESS I LOVES CLOTHES, I DID IT ALL LIKE THE SONG GOES
YOU AINT GONE KILL NOTHING OR LET NOTHING DIE
YOU AINT GONE SHOOT NOTHING OR LET NOTHING FLY

VERSE 3
JOHNNY I'M BACK IN THE BOOTH WITH DC A BAT AND SOME GOOSE
YOU SEE ME JETIN DOWN CALVERT LIKE A IRAQI TROOP WITH THE MAC CUTTIN LOOSE
CUZ I'M TRYING TO TAKE THIS RAP SHIT, FROM CD TO TV TO THE NATIONAL NEWS
SEE ME AND MY PEEPS BE POSTED UP LIKE A PACK OF ANGER PROTEST THAT WON'T MOVE
OR BACK DOWN FOR TALKIN SHIT YOU WON'T DO, THEM LINWOOD NIGGAS AT YOU NOW
MURDER I'MA SPLAT YA BLOOD, DETROIT STYLE NO MASK AND GLOVE, RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE CLUB
IT'S WHAT I LOVE, HAVE YOUR MANS BEHIND YA WEARIN YOUR LUNGS, YOU BETTER THINK ABOUT IT
BEFORE YOU FUCK WITH US, MY MAN SHOOT UP HOUSES, TO BUST EVERYBODY THAT RUN UP OUT OF IT
AND THATS WHY THEY CALL ME THE BAD GUY, BECAUSE I BE MAD HIGH, WITH A 4 5 I MIGHT FUCK UP THE PARTY
HOLDIN A BOTTLE OF 151 BACARDI, AND IT'S HALF SHY, SO I'M NOT FOCUS HARDLY
AND PEOPLE WONDER WHY TRE GUNNZ AND M1 HATED BY THE LOCALS
CUZ WE FUCKIN WITH JOHN JOHN, STARTIN TURF WARS FOR ALBUM PROMOS, FUCK YOU HOMOS YALL NIGGAS IS HATERS, I GOT SOMETHIN THAT WILL STOP UP ALL YOUR PAPERS.


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YOU AINT GONE KILL NOTHING OR LET NOTHING DIE
YOU AINT GONE SHOOT NOTHING OR LET NOTHING FLY - 2x