Dave East - Day I Die lyrics

[Intro: Dave East] Started with nothin' Talkin' this, talkin' that Talk that money, n***a! Huh!? [Bridge: Dave East ] In the ghetto sh** get real, I dont care how n***as feel Heavy metal sit you still; kiss the devil in the grille Pop a pill, smoke a blunt, take a shot, shake the spot All these cameras make sh** hot, I bet these hammers make 'em drop [Verse 1: Dave East] I got my shades on, and this haze strong, and them diamonds black, just like Akon I know k**ers bees that's not Raekwon Head in my lap, like her face gone Made eight songs, that's like eights bombs Just gotta make it, no Trey Songz Beat knockin', that base strong From the same town that put Ma$e on (put Ma$e on?) And he Cam' too; I smoke bamboo til' them grams through Stop copying what your man do Lost count of all the b**hes I ran through O-G Kush from Oakland, take that to the head like shampoo Grand Crew, free Max B All this paper coming in tax free [Hook: Dave East] Started with a whole lotta nothing Now I'm tryin' to take everything they got These n***as do a whole lotta frontin' Comin' from the bottom, starvin' to take they spot All I wanna do is touch a million dollars 'fore the day I die All I wanna do is touch a billion dollars 'fore the day I die Started with a whole lotta nothing Now I'm tryin' to take everything they got These n***as do a whole lotta frontin' Comin' from the bottom, starvin' to take they spot All I wanna do is touch a million dollars 'fore the day I die All I wanna do is touch a billion dollars 'fore the day I die [Bridge: Dave East ] In the ghetto sh** get real, I dont care how n***as feel Heavy metal sit you still; kiss the devil in the grille Pop a pill, smoke a blunt, take a shot, shake the spot All these cameras make sh** hot, I bet these hammers make 'em drop [Verse 2: GLC] It started back on '87; I was eleven with a Mac-eleven I was more about gettin' paper But for the folks, I kept a weapon Trying to flip Big Daddy Cane n***a wasn't no half-steppin' Then I switch to moving green; as a teen I got connected I hustled hard, on these [?] At sixteen I was ownin' cars; '90 Lumina, Impala Man, the Chi had a different meaning, when they said "shoot for the stars" Man, it wasn't about no dreamin', it was about k**in' Mars f**ed up, when I look back, when [?] got his sh** cracked Man, we ain't had no daddy, nobody tell us to get back All we knew was two-elevens, one-eighty-sevens, and kick-backs Now it s**s when I'm tryin' to sleep and I'm still hearin' them click-clacks [Hook: Dave East] Started with a whole lotta nothing Now I'm tryin' to take everything they got These n***as do a whole lotta frontin' Comin' from the bottom, starvin' to take they spot All I wanna do is touch a million dollars 'fore the day I die All I wanna do is touch a billion dollars 'fore the day I die Started with a whole lotta nothing Now I'm tryin' to take everything they got These n***as do a whole lotta frontin' Comin' from the bottom, starvin' to take they spot All I wanna do is touch a million dollars 'fore the day I die All I wanna do is touch a billion dollars 'fore the day I die [Bridge: Dave East ] In the ghetto sh** get real, I dont care how n***as feel Heavy metal sit you still; kiss the devil in the grille Pop a pill, smoke a blunt, take a shot, shake the spot All these cameras make sh** hot, I bet these hammers make 'em drop [Verse 3: Dave East] I don't need your handshakes and your fake love Ya'll fake thugs, ya'll grille heat n***as f** you up and then still speak She s**ed me off til' I feel weak She nasty, but I love it My shooter with me in public Comin' from where the housing was public Got myself popping, n***a, with no budget Duckin' five-oh, so I ride slow Smoking hydro, til' my eyes low What it take to pull; hesitate to pull So just save the bull for Chicago Get wrapped up like gyro Younger, rich, poor they flossin' He couldn't afford a fortune, but bet he afford a coffin Recorders oall finna catch you, so watch who you stand next to Extended clips that'll stretch you Shots get sent just like a b**h text you These streets 'bout to know my story; dedication, pa**ion and glory Glock-nine so clutch, Rob Horry Gators might bite; don't step on my Mauri's, n***a [Hook: Dave East] Started with a whole lotta nothing Now I'm tryin' to take everything they got These n***as do a whole lotta frontin' Comin' from the bottom, starvin' to take they spot All I wanna do is touch a million dollars 'fore the day I die All I wanna do is touch a billion dollars 'fore the day I die Started with a whole lotta nothing Now I'm tryin' to take everything they got These n***as do a whole lotta frontin' Comin' from the bottom, starvin' to take they spot All I wanna do is touch a million dollars 'fore the day I die All I wanna do is touch a billion dollars 'fore the day I die [Bridge: Dave East ] In the ghetto sh** get real, I dont care how n***as feel Heavy metal sit you still; kiss the devil in the grille Pop a pill, smoke a blunt, take a shot, shake the spot All these cameras make sh** hot, I bet these hammers make 'em drop [Outro (talking): GLC] Man, I feel like sh** nuttier than a motherf**er at the moment, you know I'm talkin' 'bout? Motherf**ers lookin', spectulatin', and talkin' about what's goin' on in the motherf**in' city; that's my city, you know what I'm talkin' bout? At the end of the day, this sh** been goin' on, man, motherf**ers just ain't have no YouTube, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? sh**, don't be surprised; ya'll motherf**ers took away all the motherf**in' fathers, locked 'em up or introduced them to that motherf**in' crack. And now here we is, God dammit; we out here like that, God dammit, at the kick-back with nobody tellin' us to get back, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? sh**, man we gotta stop pointin' the motherf**in' finger, man, and accept responsibility for this sh** that's goin' on, boy. Man up, motherf**in' ban up. Cathedral to the congregation. Ism! It's Dave East and G-L-C Shout out to all the young playas out here gettin' it Church!