Die Slow Lyrics

Die Slow lyrics

Its over nigga one sandscript

The heckler makes good fellas run frantic

Guns i brandish make men vanish

Got bodies in Kansas, across the Atlantic

Once me and lance hit, you don't wanna chance it

no matter how you plan, you can't antic-

ipate it, stupid nigga hestiated

Now his remains be cremated

(?)(?)(?) never debated

The killings clean, its shyne related

Do it like suicide can't retrace it 

Heckler Koch too hot? Gotta replace it 

Charge is murder, never attempted

I tried, you died cause no defense is 

Strong enough to withstand my assault

Before I go hit your safe and the vault

They fled through the night (?)(?)

Hitler hit ya, lives is lost

Bodies is found dead, no remorse

Gun fire to the tire, to exhaust

Catch fire, we aspire to extort 

Kids with valuables in all resources

Cops will never find where the corpse is

While we driving 12's, and box porsches



[Hook 2x]

We cop their names and squeeze

Hit the target, then flee

So nigga tell me what you wanna do

Is dying what you wanna do?



Organized crime, mafia

Touch mine got heckler koch for ya

Daily news nigga, make ya popular

Gone by the morn, while maggots rotten ya

So be cautious, you don't wanna cross us

Force us, to leave your body corpsed up

(?)(?)(?)Tell em boys horsed up 

While we fledding 12's 300 horsed up

My hand never far from the safety,

Fucking with me? too bad for your safety

Nigga hard stares, kill that

Before you find yourself tied up and kidnapped

Chopped up, let em find out where your ribs at 

Days later; send it to your mom gift wrapped, get that?

I say fuck a fist fight

banana clip fights

is what im into

100 rounds into you

for the torque and this aint interview

shootin every inch of you

then hit the mall and buy a mink or two

Brooklyn gettin money, that be the principal



[Hook]



I got guns armstrong like BJ

Have you runnin fast like its a relay

race, pray once im reachin my weights 

No bullets (?) (?) and weights

He dont know i kill armies

Dont tell him when bullets hit him and figure like Tommy

Get the picture, sweet dreams when i kiss ya

Rock the sleep, wrap the sheets, call the priest

Talk is cheap,

Bullets pricly I make you pay me

The cost might be

An arm, a leg or an organ

L.A to New York, fuck your origin

Im killin, send national guards in

To stop me

Killed more crews than Motley

Cop the

Heckler 50 caliber

Blaze andything standing my diameter



[Hook]



Die slow nigga, die slow

Die slow nigga, die slow

Die slow nigga, die slow

Die slow cocksucker, die slow



*Gun fire while beat fades out*