Birdman - Don't DieLyrics

Yeah, yeah Check me out man, yeah Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up We stay low from the rangers Cause they tryin' to tame us, but we brainless And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous Shit 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 nigga'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 Shit you gotta make an appointment Two record labels You should come join 'em Do check the label And make sure it's yellow or Roze 'fore you bring it to my table [Chorus] 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 nigga like fuck 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 nigga like fuck it I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, straight up Yeah Nigga playin', doing about one eighty Maserati, matchin' drop top sun shade Gotta be fly, P-one nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky G-four 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' float And don't think about the past A little water came, now we floatin' on everything Niggas doing about anything, killin' while they hustlin' Niggas 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 [Chorus] Na, don't fuck with that dog Youngin' 'n' knock your fuckin' 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, na you can't get it Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin' stop? When it's empty And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin' money ridin' dirty Uptown puttin' in down blowin' out the pound Duffel 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, niggas stand their grounds Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns [Chorus] Yeah nigga, Un-fuckin'-believable I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga You know, they mouth like they ass Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back Believe that 3-0-5, 4-0-4, 7-1-3, all that, Dallas, Kansas Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world