DJ EFN, Joell Ortiz, Chris Rivers, Keith Murray, Skam2? - When I'm Dead lyrics
[DJ EFN, Joell Ortiz, Chris Rivers, Keith Murray, Skam2? - When I'm Dead lyrics]
Oh you feel that you crazy?
What make you crazy?
What make you feel above this rusty 380?
What make you think you could
Walk through this crazy hood?
What make you think plea coppin'
Gon' do you any good?
Where you from? Who you know?
Where you tryna go?
Don't answer that just listen before
I let it blow
Why should I let you go? Boy you don't know
It's drama down here so much
Blood be wettin' the flo'
You got a pistol on you? You
Try and line me up you try and get the drop
On me little grimey fuck
Them niggas send you through
For like 90 bucks
Dirty ass nigga just for that
I should light you up
Or maybe I'm just p'noid?
Maybe you just passin' through my hood
And I'm a wild ass d-boy
Either way I got the drop can't fall back
So e'rything is your pockets I need all that
Now can you say what you want?
I tell you off top
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
Hit 'em with a little, hit 'em with a lot
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
So is you wit' me?
(whattup) You wit' me? (whattup)
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
You wit' me? (whattup) You wit' me? (whattup)
If you ain't really wit' us
Then shut the fuck up!
Yo my heart's incarcerated with bars
That I jot on pages
The hardest artist regardless my
Verses are carbon plated
Soon as a six spitter diminish ya six figures
A vision the gift to winners
Depicted as Chris Rivers switch hitter
Two face niggas get hit viciously
One on each side cause lord
Knows I love my symmetry
Mentally I'm parallel to all
You niggas lyrically
You will never come close touch
Or even visit me
Nothin' to lose, blast rush in these shoes
I love music spit a verse and
Bust a nut in the booth
You fuckin with truth
Chubby nigga chasin' that cheese toast
Knock a nigga out runnin' his
Mouth it's the east coast planet earth
Pack a hearse spectacular vernacular
Ambassador I'm smashin' you
Amateurs with excalibur
King or the fiend wanna
Be slaughtered be destroyer
All I do is make music
Drink water skeet daughters
Now can you say what you want?
I tell you off top
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
Hit 'em with a little, hit 'em with a lot
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
So is you wit' me?
(whattup) You wit' me? (whattup)
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
You wit' me? (whattup) You wit' me? (whattup)
If you ain't really wit' us
Then shut the fuck up!
I'll be damn if I do, I'll be damn if I don't
Take a chance to get rich
I'll be damn if I won't
Will I chrome when I tote? You
Know the shit is dope
Where I'm from in the streets
You know hope floats
This elixir mr got a maze in Vista
On your girl
Mom and sister play a naked Twister
Thought I was sleep no, hybernatin'
Comin' out poppin' Murray gets it shakin'
Terror on the streets, terror on the beats
Era I'm a eat, watch what you say to Keith
My Furious Five pack toasters no holsters
Find the grandmaster and the Flash is over
D-E-F, DJ EFN it's a Crazy Hood we livin' in
I'm a grow regardless nigga nuff said
Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead
Now can you say what you want?
I tell you off top
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
Hit 'em with a little, hit 'em with a lot
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
So is you wit' me?
(whattup) You wit' me? (whattup)
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
You wit' me? (whattup) You wit' me? (whattup)
If you ain't really wit' us
Then shut the fuck up!
What make you crazy?
What make you feel above this rusty 380?
What make you think you could
Walk through this crazy hood?
What make you think plea coppin'
Gon' do you any good?
Where you from? Who you know?
Where you tryna go?
Don't answer that just listen before
I let it blow
Why should I let you go? Boy you don't know
It's drama down here so much
Blood be wettin' the flo'
You got a pistol on you? You
Try and line me up you try and get the drop
On me little grimey fuck
Them niggas send you through
For like 90 bucks
Dirty ass nigga just for that
I should light you up
Or maybe I'm just p'noid?
Maybe you just passin' through my hood
And I'm a wild ass d-boy
Either way I got the drop can't fall back
So e'rything is your pockets I need all that
Now can you say what you want?
I tell you off top
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
Hit 'em with a little, hit 'em with a lot
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
So is you wit' me?
(whattup) You wit' me? (whattup)
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
You wit' me? (whattup) You wit' me? (whattup)
If you ain't really wit' us
Then shut the fuck up!
Yo my heart's incarcerated with bars
That I jot on pages
The hardest artist regardless my
Verses are carbon plated
Soon as a six spitter diminish ya six figures
A vision the gift to winners
Depicted as Chris Rivers switch hitter
Two face niggas get hit viciously
One on each side cause lord
Knows I love my symmetry
Mentally I'm parallel to all
You niggas lyrically
You will never come close touch
Or even visit me
Nothin' to lose, blast rush in these shoes
I love music spit a verse and
Bust a nut in the booth
You fuckin with truth
Chubby nigga chasin' that cheese toast
Knock a nigga out runnin' his
Mouth it's the east coast planet earth
Pack a hearse spectacular vernacular
Ambassador I'm smashin' you
Amateurs with excalibur
King or the fiend wanna
Be slaughtered be destroyer
All I do is make music
Drink water skeet daughters
Now can you say what you want?
I tell you off top
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
Hit 'em with a little, hit 'em with a lot
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
So is you wit' me?
(whattup) You wit' me? (whattup)
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
You wit' me? (whattup) You wit' me? (whattup)
If you ain't really wit' us
Then shut the fuck up!
I'll be damn if I do, I'll be damn if I don't
Take a chance to get rich
I'll be damn if I won't
Will I chrome when I tote? You
Know the shit is dope
Where I'm from in the streets
You know hope floats
This elixir mr got a maze in Vista
On your girl
Mom and sister play a naked Twister
Thought I was sleep no, hybernatin'
Comin' out poppin' Murray gets it shakin'
Terror on the streets, terror on the beats
Era I'm a eat, watch what you say to Keith
My Furious Five pack toasters no holsters
Find the grandmaster and the Flash is over
D-E-F, DJ EFN it's a Crazy Hood we livin' in
I'm a grow regardless nigga nuff said
Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead
Now can you say what you want?
I tell you off top
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
Hit 'em with a little, hit 'em with a lot
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
So is you wit' me?
(whattup) You wit' me? (whattup)
(Fuck bein' tired, I'll rest when I'm dead)
You wit' me? (whattup) You wit' me? (whattup)
If you ain't really wit' us
Then shut the fuck up!