Die Slow

[Intro]
Jay Z, come out to play
Hey yo Assassin, gimme one of them tracks I can just ride on motherfuckers
With
Mobb deep.
Niggas talkin' bout we can't rap? Niggas must nota' never heard no motherfuckin'
Track off a death row nigga
DEATH ROW, WESTSIDE
Let's get it on, daylight or fuckin' nightbreak
MOB
Go into these niggas, to the motherfuckin' death

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Come hell or high water
Down to slaughter opposes
Just another lost soul stuck callin' Jehovah
Outlaw til it's over
Brandish my strap. black like a cobra
I stay drunk. cause I'm a MADMAN. whenever sober
On a one man mission
My ambitions to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggas like donuts
And still, down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don't feel 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 sandstorm
Then transform. WATCH ME!
I take the figue of thirty niggas who all got me
While bitches wonderin' who shot me
No love. keep a grudge. shootin' slugs like my Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, built a new posse
We takin' shots at paparazzi
Gonna fly now. nigga like Rocky
You got a lotta 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' daiquiris
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 came to a fear of catchin' cases
Litigation. niggas playa hatin'. got me crooked in all fifty states
I'm screamin DEATH ROW. throwin' westside. ain't no thing
We was raised off driveby's. brought up to bang
We claim mob. MOB. 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]
With money clutchin', bail, come murder man, po's rushin'
Cap tilted to the side, on the lean out the ride bustin'
Outlaws enforce the secrets of war, but won't abuse it
Burnt, 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 alligator
Payin' my dues. lookin' for miscellaneous infamous crews
Old ladies sing the blues. leave them smokin' from they 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 state, prepared for whatever
But at times, I slip slightly, shit I ain't afraid to admit it
To gone, off that Novocaine, like in 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
EDI here take this gun nigga it's over

[Verse 3: 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 4: Napolean]
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', and to me this shit's a family reunion
And to hell wit 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 in my pocket, 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 5: Young Noble]
We thugged out, low cut, Outlawz rush and royal flush
Bomb first kickin' dust. out in Cali, but I ain't in it so much
Make 'em pay state to state, NJ to CA
Them cowards felt the weight, and turned feminine like Michel'le
Niggas change they whole style when the outlawz comin'
A million miles and thuggin'
Young Noble.I keep 'em buzzin'
While the rapture. capture this fuckin' style that I master
Bringin' terminal disaster. HIT YOU UP when I pass nigga

[Hook: 2Pac]
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, 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, 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, WESTSIDE, GOIN' ALL OUT

[Outro]
Jay Z, haha boy you at yo funeral, punk motherfucker
WESTSIDE, OUTLAW, DEATHROW, MAKAVELI THA DON OUTLAWZ THE CRIMINAL
DESPERADO'S, WESTSIDE THUG LIVIN'
DIE, DIE SLOW
(think my memory ain't bad you about 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 robbed 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