When Death Becomes You-M.O.P.

Yeah, ni**a The smoke of New York Get up, come on There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave You a rider right, that ride tonight Ni**a you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight Ni**a cock the steal, this is kill or be killed Ni**a sh*t is real in the field What's the procedures ni**a When you got a hammer in your mouth? When you laid down and cry? When you stand up and die? Like the man that I am, fire Yes, yes, give 'em the whole thang I'm a legend in the town, now Since your all gangstered up lets get the f**k down Big Bill dancin' I'm reppin for buck town Ni**a see me dummin' I'm comin', clutchin' the pound Don't worry about my whereabouts We air um out, clear um out, yes yes The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up Th-th-that's what's up You too tough ni**a, you dun rap it up Brownsville, cl-cl-clap it up Fif put in the call We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, yes yes There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave You a rider right, that ride tonight Ni**a you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight Ni**a cock the steal, this is kill or be killed Ni**a sh*t is real in the field You got these young niggaz hollerin' murderer Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka Niggaz don't give a f**k I seen a ni**a shoot my momz Right in front of my mother f**kin' face See in the 'ville, ain't such a thing as a straight bullet When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it Slugs ain't never outta season All you gotta do is give a mother f**ker one reason Blood stains on the ceilin' Same place he stood, that's what they leave 'em Don't black it out, lets just squeezin' off with your gun 'Cuz you gon' get your punk a** robbed with the young You know the drill I'ma give your a** three seconds to bounce And you better not chark One, f**k that, dumb b**ch, rest in bliss There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave You a rider right, that ride tonight Ni**a you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight Ni**a cock the steal, this is kill or be killed Ni**a sh*t is real in the field