Mc Eiht - Till I Die lyrics

[eiht] Geah Thug sh**, n***a G's in the y-2-k Hey, what can i say? (geah) Hoo-bangin's official, n***a And right now we gon' do some of that thug sh** for that a** (k**a) Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil sh** (west side!) Check it out [eiht] Feel a little gust of wind so i jet This real n***a dwells from compton, no sh** Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales County bus rolls through - n***as trips to jail What the hell won't trade it, high cla** can't fade it Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it Y'all n***as hate to get a dubs and rocks Land of the green weed and cars that ???? hops Don't stop - packin' my heat and beretta Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather Whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!) It's a done deal when i hit you run way Y'all n***as must be gay, smilin' and shakin' How this b**h greed shakin' up money, we keep mention Never fakin' the funk, punk, i pops the trunk 4-5 hittin' yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah Till i die nuthin' but makin' cheese Till i die tryin' to come up on ki's Till i die nuthin' but guns and weed Till i die givin' you just what you need [eiht] Murda, murda, murda, k**, k**, k** Steel is my reputation, caps get peeled Front line n***a for dollars is my n***a But i'm kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers Till my dying day i lay away Till my very last breath, n***a, i swear to make you pay Guilty conscience? never me! Last night n***a done caught a felony Jealousy try to approach, wanna promote Then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc! Shake down cause these n***as f**in' with yours Get in where you fit in even if it's a back door Or the window, tie up the ho', where's the scope? Trying to hand me you popped, you're booked, i want more Lock down for me on the bus downtown Now my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah Chorus... [mack 10] Till i die is gon' be h double o B-a-n-g-i-n fo' sho' n***as never thought that they would ever see me With my - eh - blue rag buddy from the c-p-t We be kickin' in do's, sweevin' 4-4's Shovin' 30 clips in a fully mack 1-0's So as the clock tickin' - and the plot thickens We be juggin' up sherman - and rockin' up chicken (what you need, n***a?) Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch And bust on the muthaf**in' neighborhood watch My money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 rover I be a millionaire thuggin until it's all over I take a ice cold 40 of cristal and what they servin' Me and a persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we swervin' Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, n***a Be my piece of the pie, n***a, so i ride until i die,n***a Chorus...