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Correct Die Rich Lyrics
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Mr. Serv-on
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Correct Die Rich
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[Mr. Serv-On] Time to release this terror on you Best believe in these letters across my stomach I'm gonna blast on you, piss on you Fuck what these coward bitches told me Live a quiet life, take a wife Fuck that I'm slanging this shit day and night Gimme a bitch, 36 ounces to a crooked scale A thousand pounds to a bail, nigga that's mail If I fail to die with money in my pocket Nigga blast from my side if I ride I'm high-siding on you motherfuckers Lot of you bitches made to suffer For that cheese, so drop to your knees, and say please To these young niggas, cap pillas, and they be candy dealers Ready to pistol whip and to die rich shit a jail trip I'll frusterate your bitch A nigga wanna be laying in them guts, nigga you know what's up I'm slanging this 'cane, from Youngsfolk, Virginia to the bay Every day, flipping them browns Sharp me for my shit, I'm baseball whipping Like pac man, niggas don't doubt it, been bout it Rolling with my click, Prime Suspects Ready to die rich or die a bitch You know my trip, I'm ready to die rich or die a bitch Nigga, you feel me [Prime Suspects] What's that music man? Man what's the real Milly bro? I said bro I got to get, we got to get rich. Man that nigga Gotti Lil Gotti Fuck it, so lets go get it cause you know I aint no bitch [Mac] Chorus You either die rich or die a bitch Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch [Prime Suspects] I want all that shit x4 [Prime Suspects] Yo, I'm coming, you running, cause I'm gunning My nine humming, 12 gauge to your fuckin stomach Facing charges, my??? Is of runs and guns Getting it done, for the fun, putting it down like Torrence nigga Run, be that killa California Home if that nigga did one leave you soaked Like a sonar, a No Limit soldier, Been totin', fuck ghetto quotes Murder he spoke, I never wrote I live with the most, I left a note Ps undercover, pull the bluff from my coat, bitch You die rich or a bitch nigga Situation too real so you bail And when you see us don't bow, nigga kneel Used to wonder how you jump ship in full throttle But when a nigga got your heart too so you usually follow Now you screamin and hollerin, with that middle no ax But the world can't hear you, with that deed off your back You gameless but you shameless Like a five dollar hoe on the stroll And it's gonna be ripped up to toe Guarantee to die a bitch, block hardy Not a prophet just a hoe ass bitch Huh, realase that smoke from your ass, I hear you hollerin, whaaaat My momma raised me up a little bad motherfucker At the age of fifteen told me slow down it brother You bout to get our shit with all that weed hold firm Don't be no bitch little nigga, get the riches of the world So I'm a let know, I'm out for the gusto rippin some key I can't be late cause this murder rate is at an all time pace Less your kicks up, you better duck cause I could give a fuck As for this tool I got, step poppa gave me this stuff, nigga Chorus x4 [Lil Gotti Gambino] Four, five, mack 10, my only friend Who can guarantee me papers till my end Selecting my dividends I want it all I'm macking a hog in 97, chasing down the chedder Down for whatever, hustling in any kind of weather Running with killers, thug niggas, drug dealers, You feel us, no limit thrillers, mob figures Made niggas, livin the family of grave niggas So misbehave, front page my mafia wave Got me inches away from a cage my gat you display On partners be played, my silent prayers be thug haters In thier grave I be a breeder All my days can I take time out to pray Cause momma said judgement day aint far away So I be thuggin, pistol huggin, slug bustin I wish a nigga would trip, I'm a do him wrong and split his dome To the moon, to the danger zone And get dealt with, you either die rich or die a bitch Lil Gotti, representing I'm representing that whole Gambino Family. Mia X, the farazano, unlady like, Mr. Serv-On Tru, Prime Suspects, with that platinum shit With the beats by the pound, P, the colonel, that nigga Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder, the whole No Limit family. Represent, for you
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