Just TruthZ - Neva Die lyrics

Interlude; Hahahaaa! U shootin' at me? U wan' my family to lose me? Why the f** you so cruel,crooked a** b**hes? I ain't gonna die for real lil' trick a** snitches! U shot my mother and my father! U also shot my brothers Lil' trick a** motherf**ers! Verse One; These motherf**in' fake gangstaz tryna shoot me down, They never knew I won't die in my home town, So,I shot back at 'em and cops hunted for me forever, It's unfair and cops are so crooked Benolova. That's why I'm thuggin' for life till my d**h day arrives, Gushin' down the streets of Mkhobosa like COPE Allies. My pistol's ready who thwarts my progress? I'm thug-lovin' and praisin' the Lord in the process! You player haters spill envy allover your crooked hearts, I'm aggressive as you plan to slay me en it hurts. My hoodlum watched you spellbound prayin' to our thuggin' gods, As you tryna get rid of us butchu fail lil' retards. You befriend with the police and steal our props, Then bribe the Defence Force as lame a** cops. We know all your behind-the-public dealings, You f**in' crooks payin' thievin' cops for your k**ings! Chorus x2; Always got shot, It comes as real shock, Neva die strikin fire like this b**hes, Neva been hopeless, Neva lose focus Always live spittin drama like this snitches! Just TruthZ Talks; Who the f** you think you gonna murder lil' bomb a** zombies? You ain't gonna slay me in the midst of my homies! Scream NEVA DIE motherf**aaaaaa! Verse Two; Plus you payin' Abomahosha I earn s** as your Razo, Real Gz bustin at 'em and you spinnin' like a Tazo. Who the f** you think you gonna murder,lil' trick a**? I'm God-protected and d**h-proof I can't die fake a**! Some tryna direct me on how to run my own LIFE? Rat a** seekin' popularity as a f**ing DWARF! Go get yourself the thug triple C that I possess, Gettin' it wasn't a walk in the park durin' recess. It was all the boredom and I couldn't escape it, But my efforts paid off and I bet it's my ticket. S.I.A slay these young Onnossel and neva regret it, We torture what k**s and whose cruelty we won't forget! They're k**in' us and cops wanna sieze me! It's all bribes and black trash tryna squeeze me! Now I'ma stuck my chopper right through trash's face, And relocate to ensure that there's no f**in' trace! Chorus x2; Verse Three; Now ull never get rid of me from the core of rap, En Im spitting fire of anger on the spitter of crap. Im not a n***a but mama gave birth to a hoodlum, My hearts raw and my brains baked from a crime plum. Its time n***a u dropped ur crooked a** lameness, Im a TWO-SIX so getcho a** outa my demonic business. They slay my hoodlum en nou Im flying solo like a single eagle. But I aint stressed cus Im busting on my foes with my chopping sickle. Damn its me father Lord Shembe Im the ruthless sinner, My heads full tricks and blazes evil in a crazy manner. Come to my aid to end all the devillishment in TruthZ bomb, And maybe these young a** punks might stop playing dumb. They pelt an iron with stones in their silly juvenile tricks, What the f** do u know about Deep Level TWO SIX tracks? Nothin n***a so u gotta dance to my ringing bells, Or else my hoodlumz gotta cut ur slim balls!