[Havoc]
Yeah.. uh-huh
Why'all n***** ain't ready to die
Why the f*** they frontin like they is?
[Prodigy]
Ah-yo Dunn, aiyyo yo
You could catch P laid back, in triple black trucks
Or catch him swingin pain(?) bottles in the club
Won't catch me with the police without cuffs
Can't press me into no threatenin position
Probably spot me, steppin out the tree spot tough
Catch P fixin his pants, it's cause of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains, but can't stick him
'Cause they know I shoot n***** like Slick Rick and them
Source at the thug events, why'know we hittin them
Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them
Drugs in my system, all types of s***
Keeps me where I want to be, don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my n***** is with this
And check how we set up shop to get our chips
n***** study our verse like college kids (word)
We know you love our style, get off our d***
(Yeah that's right, uh-huh)
[Chorus]
[H] why'all n***** ain't ready to die
Why the f*** they frontin like they is?
[P] Cause they want to be like the reals
And be amongst the thugs that do this for real
[H] why'all n***** ain't ready to die
Why the f*** they frontin like they is?
[P] Cause you want to do it like Hav'
And do it like P, but mad s*** missin
[Havoc]
Why'all n***** is p****, and ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip, reload and continue
If not anything else the four-pound'll spin ya
And end you where you stand (uh-huh) dead you cause I can
Believe me my hammer don't give a d*** what you been through
It's a cold cold world, my whole life was a winter
Never gave a f*** about the cold (nah) draped in thermal
Don't put your nose in things don't concern you
This grown man business, why'all n***** so childish
I'm in the cut, a***yzin while you fools is wildin
Pickin my mark, and I'ma clap my heat off the grip
Murder so clean you can eat off the s***
I'm a paranoid n****, don't get too close
Or I might think you schemin on me, I'm c***in the toast
The game cutthroat so I killed the ref
Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath, breath
(Yeah that's right, uh-huh)
[Chorus]
Yeah.. uh-huh
Why'all n***** ain't ready to die
Why the f*** they frontin like they is?
[Prodigy]
Ah-yo Dunn, aiyyo yo
You could catch P laid back, in triple black trucks
Or catch him swingin pain(?) bottles in the club
Won't catch me with the police without cuffs
Can't press me into no threatenin position
Probably spot me, steppin out the tree spot tough
Catch P fixin his pants, it's cause of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains, but can't stick him
'Cause they know I shoot n***** like Slick Rick and them
Source at the thug events, why'know we hittin them
Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them
Drugs in my system, all types of s***
Keeps me where I want to be, don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my n***** is with this
And check how we set up shop to get our chips
n***** study our verse like college kids (word)
We know you love our style, get off our d***
(Yeah that's right, uh-huh)
[Chorus]
[H] why'all n***** ain't ready to die
Why the f*** they frontin like they is?
[P] Cause they want to be like the reals
And be amongst the thugs that do this for real
[H] why'all n***** ain't ready to die
Why the f*** they frontin like they is?
[P] Cause you want to do it like Hav'
And do it like P, but mad s*** missin
[Havoc]
Why'all n***** is p****, and ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip, reload and continue
If not anything else the four-pound'll spin ya
And end you where you stand (uh-huh) dead you cause I can
Believe me my hammer don't give a d*** what you been through
It's a cold cold world, my whole life was a winter
Never gave a f*** about the cold (nah) draped in thermal
Don't put your nose in things don't concern you
This grown man business, why'all n***** so childish
I'm in the cut, a***yzin while you fools is wildin
Pickin my mark, and I'ma clap my heat off the grip
Murder so clean you can eat off the s***
I'm a paranoid n****, don't get too close
Or I might think you schemin on me, I'm c***in the toast
The game cutthroat so I killed the ref
Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath, breath
(Yeah that's right, uh-huh)
[Chorus]