Prime Suspects - Die Rich lyrics

[Mr. Serv-On] Time to release this terror on you Best believe in these letters across my stomach I'm gonna blast on you, piss on you f** what these coward b**hes told me Live a quiet life, take a wife f** that I'm slanging this sh** day and night Gimme a b**h, 36 ounces to a crooked scale A thousand pounds to a bail, n***a thats mail If I fail to die with money in my pocket n***a blast from my side if I ride I'm high-siding on you motherf**ers Lot of you b**hes made to suffer For that cheese, so drop to your knees, and say please To these young n***as, cap pillas, and they be candy dealers Ready to pistol whip and to die rich sh** a jail trip I'll frusterate your b**h A n***a wanna be laying in them guts, n***a you know whats up I'm slanging this 'cane, from Youngsfolk, Virginia to the bay Every day, flipping them browns Sharp me for my sh**, I'm baseball whipping Like pac man, n***as don't doubt it, been bout it Rolling with my click, Prime Suspects Ready to die rich or die a b**h You know my trip, I'm ready to die rich or die a b**h n***a, you feel me [Prime Suspects] What's that music man? Man what's the real Milly bro? I said bro I got to get, we got to get rich Man that n***a Gotti Lil Gotti f** it, so lets go get it cause you know I ain't no b**h [Mac] Chorus You either die rich or die a b**h Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch [Prime Suspects] I want all that sh** x4 [Prime Suspects] Yo, I'm coming, you running, cause I'm gunning My nine humming, 12 gauge to your f**in stomach Facing charges, my ??? is of runs and guns Getting it done, for the fun, putting it down like Torrence n***a Run, be that k**a California Home if that n***a did one leave you soaked Like a sonar, a No Limit soldier Been totin', f** ghetto quotes Murder he spoke, I never wrote I live with the most, I left a note PS undercover, pull the bluff from my coat, b*tch You die rich or a b**h n***a Situation too real so you bail And when you see us don't bow, n***a kneel Used to wonder how you jump ship in full throttle But when a n***a got your heart too so you usually follow Now you screamin and hollerin, with that middle no ax But the world can't hear you, with that deed off your back You gameless but you shameless Like a five dollar hoe on the stroll And its gonna be ripped up to toe Guarantee to die a b**h, block hardy Not a prophet just a hoe a** b**h Huh, realase that smoke from your a**, I hear you hollerin, whaaaat My momma raised me up a little bad motherf**er At the age of fifteen told me slow down it brother You bout to get our sh** with all that weed hold firm Don't be no b**h little n***a, get the riches of the world So I'm a let know, I'm out for the gusto rippin some key I can't be late cause this murder rate is at an all time pace Less your kicks up, you better duck cause I could give a f** As for this tool I got, step poppa gave me this stuff, n***a Chorus x4 [Lil Gotti Gambino] Four, five, mack 10, my only friend Who can guarantee me papers till my end Selecting my dividends I want it all I'm macking a hog in 97, chasing down the chedder Down for whatever, hustling in any kind of weather Running with k**ers, thug n***as, drug dealers You feel us, no limit thrillers, mob figures Made n***as, livin the family of grave n***as So misbehave, front page my mafia wave Got me inches away from a cage my gat you display On partners be played, my silent prayers be thug haters In thier grave I be a breeder All my days can I take time out to pray Cause momma said judgement day ain't far away So I be thuggin, pistol huggin, slug bustin I wish a n***a would trip, I'm a do him wrong and split his dome To the moon, to the danger zone And get dealt with, you either die rich or die a b**h Lil Gotti, representing I'm representing that whole Gambino Family Mia X, the farazano, unlady like, Mr. Serv-On TRU, Prime Suspects, with that platinum sh** With the beats by the pound, P, the colonel, that n***a Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder, the whole No Limit family Represent, for you