Ghetts - Before I Die (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Professor Green] Before I die, I wanna be rich, I wanna be famous Nah, I wanna be a superstar Before I die, I want chicks, my wrists slit with bracelets A few cars and two huge yards Before I die, I want a car with ma**aging seats Gold bath taps, and before I die I want a ménage à six Before I die, before I die I've got a lot of living left to do before I die [Verse 1: Ghetts] Before I'm in the graveyard, I want a mil for eight bars, I want a b**h from Babecast Then I'll have a dick that stays hard, I don't wanna star in a flick like Braveheart I take charge, I want ten bikes, eight cars, and a great yard That ain't far from the hood but still it's off-radar, I wanna make history Put my face in the hall of fame, and I ain't gonna leave Earth till I talk to Damien It's an*lyse each word, bought a Range and I ain't ever done a week's work, I wanna free Mercs And ghost-write for the guy with the weak verse, if I drop from the top, I wanna fall feet-first I wanna bring back the T-birds, print "f** feds" on my T-shirt, I'll make love to a Greek nurse Before I'm in the cemetery, I wanna watch all the films out the 70s I've tried but I fell asleep - so did my dad, so I guess it's hereditary I still wanna f** Emily, [?], never had chemistry But now she belling me, before I'm in a box, I wanna do a tour of the rock Right now I'll be bored on the block, still got a few score on my socks And I'm still at war with the cops, so before I die, I'mma hold my 45 high Pull the trigger back, hit a pig in black Then kidnap a rat, it's a fact, it's of that now I'm kicking back [Hook] [Verse 2: Plan B] Before I die, when I'm flat on my back looking up at the sky Which I can't see because I'm blind, as well as deaf, out of breath, coughing up blood from my chest cause My lungs are f**ed from all the f*gs I've smoked, still be thinking about how many slags I've poked Now I wanna poke more, even though I'm dying and my throat's sore Cause I'm raw to the core of the apple, with a worm in it, I want a womb so I can put s**m in it Even though I'm 63 and I can't take a pee without feeling like I'm burning it My dick over a naked flame, I just want a naked dame With a makeshift name, like Tila Tequila That b**h from New Orleans with big fake tits like Jordan's These MySpace girls, they boring, only good for one thing: that's balling So even when I'm terminally ill and I've lost all my s** appeal Let me let you all know what's real, what I'm spitting right here's my will So when you see me on road when I'm old with a bald patch on my head A hearing aid in my ear with a guide dog near, lying on the floor looking like I'm dead Just remember what I said I wanna do before I die And get a fat ugly b**h to sit on my dick, it won't matter to me cause I'm blind [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Narstie] Before I die, hold the medi, keep it steady, choom de la la Mix the neckle with chocolate Thai, get high Before I die, I'mma link Elton John with a hardback yardie He's gonna say "hello hi", and she's gonna say "what?" and come f** me Had it with Versace cutlery, and a rug from Argos "Narstie you're moving fam, you're going far cuz" Tried love but I'm not quite there, I'm still finding it hard to get rain from Britney Spears By the way, Gary's got too much glitter: leave the kids alone Talking about nonces, I wanna catch Ian Huntley Feed him to a staff called Mutley, in the Evening Standard Back to before I die: rizlas, f*gs and po po I'mma get high, go evil, make zeros wow, scared: I'mma get by New creps, 2-steps, I'mma step fly, man step heavy fam, never step shy I'm more happy than a Happy Meal, looking for a happy deal, here's a happy slap, how does happy feel? So as you can see, I am a mad guy So before I go, I'mma teach the Queen gang signs [Hook] [Verse 4: Example] The other day I had a drink with The Reaper, we talked about "what if I was six feet deeper?" What would I change in all of my days to have had a s** life just a little bit sweeter? I said "Not much really as it happens, plenty of slappers, had a lot of luck Stuck a bottle up a girl having drunk all the wine, straight from her belly bu*ton, snorted a line Very next day, done practically the same to the girl's best friend and I didn't feel shame Both found out they were part of a spree, they attacked each other but they didn't hurt me" The Reaper said "I've studied your movements, it would seem to me there's room for improvement That story there would impress a few - a rapper, eh? Is that the best you can do? Same situation but put it on a plane, in the first cla** section, perfection's game Take your pick from the air stewardesses, lock off the cabin, remove their dresses GHB can replace the gack, or make things slick if you abuse the crack Bottles up vaginas are fine if you're entertaining, but use champagne Not wine and you'll find that the bubbles excite em, the pleasure is heightened, believe me You'll be closer to heaven, and to finish with style, parachute from the plane like you're 007" You can't beat that for originality, everything you dreamt of, make reality I thought I'd done it all but I've missed all sorts, before I'm a corpse, there's so much to see [Hook]