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Chorus X2:We gon` die thuggin, cause that`s just the life we leadWe gon` die thuggin, bustin at our enemiesVerse One: SamBustin at our foes, for the sake of being ridersTill the casket close, thug shit be inside usWe try to survive it, cause all we got is the projectsOn the camouflage sets, in the bricks, niggas die wetTill the death for street glory, it`s infinite beefThough it`s most of the reasons lotta niggas six deepWith heat, when we ride, we `posed to roll that wayTo keep a soul that way, with 44`s that sprayThe key to the city, it come in bricks or them birdsThug niggas, drug dealers making flipping that 3rdBorn to my work, deserve what`s supposed to be mineIf it`s what the fuck we need Then D, we `posed to be rideTry to separate us, but it`s survival of a thugWhile you try to play us, now you gotta watch my slugsRide wit us, die wit us, follow us to the warWe got five on the weed and we blowin inside of the carChorus:Verse Two: D.I.G.Ya`ll niggas better I`mma die for this shit that I needI`ve been committed too long for me not to succeedI been in greed my whole life And caught up in the weedHustling with thugs and everyday, go to sleepKeeping the guns cockedSurrounding the block, opening up shopWith a bundle of rocks in my socksNiggas wann beefIf it come to that dogg, I`m down with itStank a lick for the fettiGet the cash and clown with itHennessy and weed when I`m comin`Throw your guns up, let me seeIf you bitch ass niggas gon make some noise bruhFollow me now cause I`m coming upAnd ain`t that cold I got too many bitches running upAnd niggas wanted to blast me, police harass meIf I slip in the streetI really think them niggas`ll snatch meLike I`m faking the gameBut taking the pain letting them niggas knowHow I`m shaking the game with nothing to explainChorus:Verse Three: C-MurderWe gon die thuggin, we ride or die, stay mugginAnd bustin, and flooding many bullets in your cousinSurvive or not, any block I hit is hotAsk them warlocks shit, them hard-knocks give me propsLike them Melphomine boys I got them toys that`ll split yaWith enough ammo for every nigga that`s with yaI hit ya sun up or sundown it don`t matterAs long as my muthafuckin` pockets get fatterBitch ass niggas on the edge they bout to fallYou wanna brawl, I make a muthafucking callAnd kill ya`ll shit, that`s what I said and I meant itThat was your last dollar and you spent it, ya heard meYou 45 cent ass nigga, I make millsYour bets to chill before you get your shit spilledLil` daddy I hope you make the right decisionI know some that`ll have your ass missingChorus X4

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