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Brian Holland
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Curtis James Jackson
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Eric Murray
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Charles Roan
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Letras
[Verse 1]
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes U
Some say, your soul may burn in the flame
Can front if you want to, but **** who murk you
Will come to your tombstone and piss on your grave
[Verse 2]
You a rider, right? Down to ride tonight?
****, you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
****, cock the steel, this is kill or be killed
****, shit is real in the field
[Verse 3]
What's the procedures, ****, when you got a hammer in your mouth?
When you lay down and cry, when you stand up and die
Like the man that I am, FIRE
Yes, yes, give him the whole thing
[Verse 4]
I'm a legend in the town
Now, since you're all gangstered up, let's get the fuck down
Big Bill dancing, I'm repping for Buck Town
**** see me dumb, I'm coming, clutching a pound
[Verse 5]
Don't worry 'bout my whereabouts
(Don't worry 'bout it)
We air 'em out, clear 'em out
Yes, yes
[Verse 6]
The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up
Th-th-th-th-that's what's up
You too tough, ****, you done, wrap it up
Brownsville, cl-cl-cl-clap it up
[Verse 7]
Fif' put in the call
We ready to brawl
With everyone of you all
Yes, yes
[Verse 8]
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes U
Some say, your soul may burn in the flame
Can front if you want to, but **** who murk you
Will come to your tombstone and piss on your grave
[Verse 9]
You a rider, right? Down to ride tonight?
****, you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
****, cock the steel, this is kill or be killed
****, shit is real in the field
[Verse 10]
You got these young **** hollering, murderer
Copper chops on my block like, block-ah, block-ah, block-ah
**** don't give a fuck, I seen a **** shoot my moms
Right in front of my motherfucking face
[Verse 11]
See, in the 'ville, ain't no such thing as a stray bullet
When your index finger on that trigger and you pull it
Slugs ain't never outta season
All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason, huh
[Verse 12]
Bloodstains on the cement
Same place he stood, that's where you leave him
And don't back it out, unless you're squeezing off with your gun
'Cause you gon' get your punk ass robbed when you're young
[Verse 13]
You know the drill, I'ma give your ass three seconds to bounce
And you better not talk, ****, run
(One) Fuck that
(Punk bitch) Rest in piss
[Verse 14]
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes U
Some say, your soul may burn in the flame
Can front if you want to, but **** who murk you
Will come to your tombstone and piss on your grave
[Verse 15]
You a rider, right? Down to ride tonight?
****, you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
****, cock the steel, this is kill or be killed
****, shit is real in the field
Written by: A. Fitts, Brian Holland, Curtis James Jackson, E. Murray, Eddie Holland, Edward Holland, Eric Murry, J. Grinnage, Lamont Dozier, M. Penttilla, Matt Penttila