Fredro Starr - I Don't Wanna... - Featuring Aaron Hall lyrics

feat. aaron hall [chorus: aaron hall] God, i'm callin, yes i'm callin For you, please help me On the journey, please [fredro starr] When i die, i wanna die like princess di Blastin ready to die late night pushin a five Hit the westside high, doing ninety five Let the will go, like "f** it" closin my eyes Tired of living, have my n***as die in the prison Catch a bullet wit my back turned, god forbidden So be the next rapper to die, what if it was me? Cuz see now ya face flash on the mtv Front page of the paper, front of the source Jealous n***as laughin, pain, and feel no remorse Every mornin kissin my moms, readin from psalms Other rappers showin love, dedicatin me songs When i'm gone, thugs'll an*lyze the last days verse Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed Wakin up wit the smell of d**h, shakin in cold sweats Nightmares, every night, breathin of short breath Wit gun to my head, won't be makin me more stressed The second chance of life, got me feelin i'm lord blessed I'm god sent, here to talk to the children Teach them not to blast they gats wit no feeling Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building Teach them bout the game of life, it's thug livin, we all day [chorus] (i don't wanna die) god, i'm callin, yes i'm callin For you, (i don't wanna die) please help me On the journey, please [fredro starr] What up b-wiz? it's been quite some time I ain't see you in a while, since you left in '89 And i still got the demos, before we got signed Every rhyme i write, you be in the back of my mind Yo big l, congratulations dog, your sh** when gold Always knew you was a nice n***a, destined to be Seen you uptown, burnin n***as, testin ya flow Had to catch a plane, i gave you a pound, hand it over Freaky tah, what up my n***a, damn you still look fly You in heaven and you still gettin high, pa** the lye sh** yo eazy, what up dog, i know we never met Used to bang n***az with attitude, cleanin the tech Respect ya gangsta since the video, you rhymed in the jail Then you popped up on the stage, that sh** was hard as hall My n***a pun, what up son? i ain't forget you kid I'm still rewindin and succedin on the joint that we did Neighborhood, damn the world, only got one verse What up banky, who thought you would of made it here first Big and pac rollin dice like they never had beef Big stretch, side bettin, standin next to trouble t Thought i never met kadafi, what up god, peace By the way, you heard the record that i did wit your peeps? It's love, buffy the beatbox, moore spurgs, scott larock Dyin 4 rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die