T-Mix - Don't Die lyrics

[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne] Yeah...Yeah Check me out man..Yeah [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous sh** I guess I ain't it You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay Where the worms stay I spit it for my n***a's sake I spit it for myself a long time ago Got a few houses, few whips, few condos I'm so straight I'm pointin The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment Baby boy the president now sh** you gotta make an appointment Two record labels You should come join 'em Do check the label And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table [Hook: Lil Wayne] Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a n***a like f** it I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a n***a like f** it I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up [Verse 2: Birdman] Yeah... n***a playin, doing about 180 Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade Gotta be fly, P1 n***a, spent about five on a condo high in the sky G4 whenever, fly in any weather Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers Million on the floor Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow And don't think about the past A little water came, now we floatin on everything n***as doing about anything, k**in while they hustlin n***as puttin it in for the change So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on I'm on the side with that bling And outside, got them thangs Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Naw, don't f** with that dogg Yo, I'm gonna knock your f**in head off And I'm coming back hard Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it sh**, b**h I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci [Verse 4: Birdman] Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound Duffle bag full of cash when I come around The lil' homie got the game so I put him down Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown Like father like son, got it off the mound Like father like son, n***a's stand their grounds Like father like son, n***a f** them clowns [Hook] [Over Chours: Birdman] Yeah n***a Un-f**in-believable I know y'all hear some more sh** about me and my little young n***a You know, they mouth like they a** Anything will come outta that motherf**er ya' heard me Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us n***a And let us through that motherf**er, ya' heard me Cause that water ran us out that motherf**er, but we did bounce back Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world