M.o.p. - When d**h Becomes U lyrics

Hahahahahaaa Yeah n***a The smoke of New York Get up, come On Ah [Chorus:] There's nowhere to run to when d**h becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame... So front if you want to, but n***az who murk you Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave You a rider right, that ride tonight n***a you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight n***a co*k the steal this is k** or be k**ed n***a sh** is real in the field Whats the procedures n***a, when you got a hammer in your mouth When you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die Like the man that I am, fireeee! Yes Yes, give um the whole thang I'm a legend in the town, nowww Since your all gangstered up lets get the f** down Big Bill dancin' im reppin for Buck town n***a see me dummin' I'm comin clutchin the pound Don't worry about my whereabouts We air um out, clear um out, yes yes The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up Th-th-th thats what's up You too tough n***a, you dun rap it up Brownsville, cl-cl-cl clap it up! Fif put in the call We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, yes yes [Chorus:] You got these young n***az hollerin murderer! Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka n***az dont give a f** I seen a n***a shoot my momz, right in front of my motherf**in' face See in the 'ville, ain't such a thing as a straight bullet When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it Slugs aint never outta season All you gotta do is give a motherf**er one reason Blood stains on the ceilin' Same place he stood, thats what they leave um Dont black it out, lets just squeezn off with your gun 'Cuz you gon' get your punk a** robbed with the young You know the drill I'ma give your a** three seconds to bounce and you better not chark f** that. Three gunshots ah b**h! Rest in bits [Chorus:]