Don't Wanna Die-Bad Azz

(feat. Daz Dillinger) (Police officer talking) (Bad Azz talking) I guess they think since Pac died, we gon' let up or somethin Rest In Peace Mr. Shakur, whyn't we let these niggas have it (Daz) ? back home,? for sh*t, c'mon Pick a couple of these niggas off, choke and it's on Nine millimeter tec's and big heaters We greet 'em with death and show 'em that they can't defeat us By any means, a call from here to get rid of y'all It don't stop, until my casket drop Get my palms red And it read one of us'll be dead a week later, L-Dog'll get it The beef, to make sure none of y'all get is Shoot up his crib and came back to show him what he did See there won't be no tomorrow Somebody got's to die, not tonight or tomorrow I blaze a blunt, and bring the funk Pop the trunk, get the gauge with the sawed-off pump Get Mr. Bad, hop in the back And skate out to show these suckas what we talkin about (Chorus) Don't wanna die And don't be ready, gon' ride Look into my eyes realize That a ni**a's gonna ride Don't wanna die And don't be ready, gon' ride Look into my eyes realize That a ni**a's gonna ride Don't wanna die (Bad Azz) Who me? I mean death before dishoner Find what corner they hang on so we can roll up on 'em Jump out on 'em, click, pull the pump out on 'em Whose the punk out of 'em, blast and dazzle, Bad mash 'em Thrashin, heat on these decilous streets Sayin shoot until I ruined all my enemies feats Ni**a f**k rappin, we into killin and scrappin Over b******t that happened, ni**a duckin while we cappin And F**K you niggas, hatin little Pac imitators Wanna be Outlawz, ni**a Snoop the Top Dogg Turn rappers into?, tell 'em who's the? Chronic These slugs, for you wanna be thugs, we stay up on it Ni**a don't it feel good to be a D.P.G. We escaped from Death Row, you're still locked in the click I'm in Detroit with five niggas, two glocks in my mit When you see us better pop 'fore you shot, what you thinkin (Chorus) (Daz) I'm out for the niggas who die, my instinct is prime Time to time ask why do guys shout "die" In a quick fast, I mash, that ni**a Daz and Bad smash That's how your homie got satched We don't take sh*t, whether Blood or Crip You'll get your a** kicked ni**a come talkin that sh*t I'm? murder in? And yet, and still I ain't? 'em out (Bad Azz) And don't forget you're in L.A., fool stompin you out Anywhere out of town it's a gun in your mouth Me, I hate to have to turn and pullin burners We ain't learnin, it ain't healthy You'll turn up dead before you wind up wealthy So much jealousy and hate in every city, every state Since it ain't no love, say goodnight after I hate you Any playa that's in love with life, I can't relate to Just say God, please bless your soul, before they take you (Chorus)