Die Slow

[Intro: Makaveli] JAY-Z, come out to play Ayo, Assassin, gimme one of them tracks I can just ride on, motherfuckers with Mobb deep Niggas talkin' 'bout we can't rap? Niggas must not never heard no motherfuckin' track off a Death Row niggas Death Row, Westside! Let's get it on, daylight or fuckin' nightbreak MOB Go into these niggas to the motherfuckin' death [Verse 1: Makaveli] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah Outlaw 'til it's over, brandish my strap, back like a cobra I stay drunk ‘cause I'm a mad man whenever sober On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up The rap game, while I pluck holes in niggas like donuts And still down to die for all my soldiers like hillbillies They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war to the city With each breath, death before dishonor Never let you swallow me, no apologies, Your Honor A general in war, I'm the first to bomb With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit, heavily armed I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question who's sane Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me I take the figure of thirty niggas who all got me While bitches wonderin' who shot me No love, keep a grudge, shootin' slugs like Muammar Gaddafi Murder my friends, build a new posse We takin' shots at paparazzi, "Gonna Fly Now", nigga, like Rocky You got a lot of nerve to play me, another gay rapper Bustin' caps at Jay-Z and still avoid capture While y'all caught up in the rapture, still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daquiris, no doubt We used to havin' nothin' then grabbin' somethin' and bustin' Wanted to be the thug nigga that my old man wasn't I can't tour, fear of catchin' cases, litigation Niggas player-hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states I'm screamin', "Death Row!", throw my Westside, ain't no thing We was raised off drivebys, brought up to bang We claim mob M.O.B. if you be specific We control all cash from the Atlantic, Pacific And get this, I'm hard to kill while I build with this live spot Father, how the hell did I survive these five shots?! Live it up or give it up, and like demons! Late night, hear 'em screamin' We goin' all out! [Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi] Big money clutchin', bail, come murder man, pulse rushin' Gat tilted to the side, on the lean out the ride bustin' Outlawz enforce the secrets of war, but won't abuse it Burn and bury my burners with my dead buddies when I use it Give a fuck about later, shots warm through the equator Death to you traitors, shots bitin' through your bones like Al. Gator Payin' my dues, lookin' for miscellaneous infamous crews Old ladies sing the blues, leave them smokin' from their shoes [Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean] Now with my every wakin' moment I'm on a quest to be better, yeah Position myself to prosper stay, prepared for whatever But at times, I slip slightly, shit I ain't afraid to admit it To gone, off that Novocaine, like gettin' too hard to live it And I'm just a smidgen past my teenage years into adulthood Now I ride with G's finally, knowin' myself good And it felt good, when I was young but playtime's over E.D.I. here take this gun, nigga, it's over [Verse 4: Kastro] I piss cold blood, shit hot liquor out my liver Smoke like a tail pipe, and write when I'm bitter All my life I been considered a downright, dirty nigga From when Daddy knocked Mama's twat, popped the last drop from the litter Tell me give the world hell but in hell I give 'em mo' And I bail outta jail screamin', "Fuck the Po' Po!'" When I run to take that enough, from a simple fuck To multimillion dollar luck [Verse 5: Napoleon] Plus I think it's time to grab all pistols, wave them shits in the air Celebrate Outlaw livin' nigga, I wouldn't be here To you death is losin', to me this shit's a family reunion And to hell with a peace treaty, never call it 'cause it wouldn't feed me My wallet be as empty as the day I got started Twelve shots hit my block, and left my niggas departed It's a shame that these snake vultures niggas coldhearted In a dirty world where only God know yo' death and can call it [Verse 6: Young Noble] We thugged out, low cut, Outlawz rush and royal flush Bomb first kickin' dust out in Cali, but I ain't here too much Make 'em pay state to state, NJ to CA Them cowards felt the weight, and turned feminine like Michel'le Niggas change their whole style when the Outlawz comin' A million miles and thuggin', Young Nob' I keep 'em buzzin' While the rapture, capture this fuckin' style that I master Bringin' terminal disaster, hit you up when I pass nigga [Chorus: Makaveli] Us, the first to bust, who do we trust? Out for Mobb Deep and Jay-Z, dead in the dust I told you punks that I was after Piggie You got involved, now we 'bout to bust on all y'all, we goin' all out Us, the first to bust, who do we trust? Out for Mobb Deep and Jay-Z, dead in the dust I told you punks that I was after Piggie You got involved, now we 'bout to bust on all y'all, goin' all out Us, the first to bust, who do we trust? Out for Mobb Deep and Jay-Z, dead in the dust I told you punks that I was after Biggie You got involved, now we 'bout to bust on all y'all, Westside, goin' all out [Outro: Makaveli] Jay-Z (Westside), haha, boy, you at yo funeral, punk motherfucker (Outlaw, Death Row, Makaveli the Don, Outlawz the criminal) (Desperados, Westside thug livin') Big dick-sucking lips How you goin be Hawaiian Sophie one year and be tough-ass mobs the next year? (Die, die slow) Nigga my memory ain't bad you up out the business (Die, die slow) Bang, you dead (Die, die slow) (Haha Mobb Deep, you lil young ass juvenile delinquent) (Die, die slow) Bang bang, you dead (Die, die slow) Biggie, bang, you dead (die, die slow) Puffy, bang, you dead (die, die, die slow) You out the game, no need to explain; get outta here Die, die, die slow Die, die, die slow Mmh, die, die slow My label: the notorious, untouchable Death Row!