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M.O.P. - When Death Becomes U lyrics
Yeah, nigga
 The smoke of New York
 Get up, come on
 There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
 Some say your soul may burn in the flame
 So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
 Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
 You a rider right, that ride tonight
 Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
 Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed
 Nigga shit is real in the field
 What's the procedures nigga
 When you got a hammer in your mouth?
 When you laid down and cry?
 When you stand up and die?
 Like the man that I am, fire
 Yes, yes, give 'em the whole thang
 I'm a legend in the town, now
 Since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down
 Big Bill dancin' I'm reppin for buck town
 Nigga see me dummin' I'm comin', clutchin' the pound
 Don't worry about my whereabouts
 We air um out, clear um out, yes yes
 The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up
 Th-th-that's what's up
 You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up
 Brownsville, cl-cl-clap it up
 Fif put in the call
 We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, yes yes
 There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
 Some say your soul may burn in the flameM.O.P. - When Death Becomes U - http://motolyrics.com/mop/when-death-becomes-u-lyrics.html
 So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
 Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
 You a rider right, that ride tonight
 Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
 Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed
 Nigga shit is real in the field
 You got these young niggaz hollerin' murderer
 Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka
 Niggaz don't give a fuck
 I seen a nigga shoot my momz
 Right in front of my mother fuckin' face
 See in the 'ville, ain't such a thing as a straight bullet
 When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
 Slugs ain't never outta season
 All you gotta do is give a mother fucker one reason
 Blood stains on the ceilin'
 Same place he stood, that's what they leave 'em
 Don't black it out, lets just squeezin' off with your gun
 'Cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young
 You know the drill
 I'ma give your ass three seconds to bounce
 And you better not chark
 One, fuck that, dumb bitch, rest in bliss
 There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
 Some say your soul may burn in the flame
 So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
 Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
 You a rider right, that ride tonight
 Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
 Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed
 Nigga shit is real in the field















