They told me it's never too late for prayer | |
Well Lord! | |
Pray for us niggas | |
Cause we ready to die for this shit [Hook: Rick Ross] | |
If I die tonight | |
I pray I get buried in clean drawers | |
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs | |
If I die tonight | |
I pray I get buried in clean drawers | |
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs | |
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs | |
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs | |
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs | |
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs [Verse 1: Rick Ross] | |
I look to my left, | |
I look to my right | |
All I see is my blood, all | |
I see is my life | |
If it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma | |
Been robbing my whole life, | |
I gotta look out for karma | |
Selling them white squares | |
I swear I'm well prepared | |
Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell | |
Chopper still heat seeking, block keep getting hotter | |
When them niggas go to beefing, slide me til we got ‘em [Hook] [Verse 2: T.I.] | |
Machine gun man, seen him on the news | |
Every gun | |
I had was one the home invaders couldn't use | |
Let a nigga catch me slipping, | |
I refuse, not a chance | |
Listen dude, | |
Tip can use any tool known to man | |
And don't think that | |
I can't hit you just cause it ain't in my hand | |
Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand? | |
Fifty cal with a scope and a chopper, boy you got to | |
Plan a way straight to the undertaker, know me for the doctor | |
Should I die, lay me next to my daughter | |
Lelah and my partner | |
Break your ass off somethin' proper with that blacka, blacka, blacka | |
Did just what | |
I gotta do, it's me or you and boy | |
I'm saying | |
Know that | |
ATF is listening, | |
I'm just playing, | |
I'm just playing [Hook] |
They told me it' s never too late for prayer | |
Well Lord! | |
Pray for us niggas | |
Cause we ready to die for this shit Hook: Rick Ross | |
If I die tonight | |
I pray I get buried in clean drawers | |
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs | |
If I die tonight | |
I pray I get buried in clean drawers | |
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs | |
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs | |
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs | |
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs | |
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs Verse 1: Rick Ross | |
I look to my left, | |
I look to my right | |
All I see is my blood, all | |
I see is my life | |
If it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma | |
Been robbing my whole life, | |
I gotta look out for karma | |
Selling them white squares | |
I swear I' m well prepared | |
Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell | |
Chopper still heat seeking, block keep getting hotter | |
When them niggas go to beefing, slide me til we got em Hook Verse 2: T. I. | |
Machine gun man, seen him on the news | |
Every gun | |
I had was one the home invaders couldn' t use | |
Let a nigga catch me slipping, | |
I refuse, not a chance | |
Listen dude, | |
Tip can use any tool known to man | |
And don' t think that | |
I can' t hit you just cause it ain' t in my hand | |
Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand? | |
Fifty cal with a scope and a chopper, boy you got to | |
Plan a way straight to the undertaker, know me for the doctor | |
Should I die, lay me next to my daughter | |
Lelah and my partner | |
Break your ass off somethin' proper with that blacka, blacka, blacka | |
Did just what | |
I gotta do, it' s me or you and boy | |
I' m saying | |
Know that | |
ATF is listening, | |
I' m just playing, | |
I' m just playing Hook |
They told me it' s never too late for prayer | |
Well Lord! | |
Pray for us niggas | |
Cause we ready to die for this shit Hook: Rick Ross | |
If I die tonight | |
I pray I get buried in clean drawers | |
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs | |
If I die tonight | |
I pray I get buried in clean drawers | |
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs | |
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs | |
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs | |
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs | |
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs Verse 1: Rick Ross | |
I look to my left, | |
I look to my right | |
All I see is my blood, all | |
I see is my life | |
If it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma | |
Been robbing my whole life, | |
I gotta look out for karma | |
Selling them white squares | |
I swear I' m well prepared | |
Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell | |
Chopper still heat seeking, block keep getting hotter | |
When them niggas go to beefing, slide me til we got em Hook Verse 2: T. I. | |
Machine gun man, seen him on the news | |
Every gun | |
I had was one the home invaders couldn' t use | |
Let a nigga catch me slipping, | |
I refuse, not a chance | |
Listen dude, | |
Tip can use any tool known to man | |
And don' t think that | |
I can' t hit you just cause it ain' t in my hand | |
Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand? | |
Fifty cal with a scope and a chopper, boy you got to | |
Plan a way straight to the undertaker, know me for the doctor | |
Should I die, lay me next to my daughter | |
Lelah and my partner | |
Break your ass off somethin' proper with that blacka, blacka, blacka | |
Did just what | |
I gotta do, it' s me or you and boy | |
I' m saying | |
Know that | |
ATF is listening, | |
I' m just playing, | |
I' m just playing Hook |