I Don't Wanna... Lyrics - Aaron Hall

God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you 

Please help me on the journey, please 

When I die, I wanna die like Princess Di 

Blastin' Ready to Die, late night pushin' a five 

Hit the Westside high, doing ninety five 

Let the will go, like fuck it, closin' my eyes 

Tired of living, have my niggas die in the prison 

Catch a bullet wit my back turned, God forbidden 

To be the next rapper to die, what if it was me? 

'Cuz see ya now face flashin' on the MTV 

Front page in the paper, front of the source 

Jealous niggas laughin', pain and feel no remorse 

Every mornin' kissin' my moms, readin' from psalms 

Other rappers showin' love, dedicatin' me songs 

When I'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last day's verse 

Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed 

Wakin' up wit the smell of death, shakin' in cold sweats 

Nightmares every night, breathin' of short breath 

Wit gun to my head, won't be makin' me more stressed 

The second chance of life, got me feelin' I'm Lord blessed 

I'm God sent, here to talk to the children 

Teach them not to blast, they gats wit no feeling 

Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building 

Teach them 'bout the game of life, it's thug livin', we all die 

I don't wanna die 

God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you 

I don't wanna die 

Please help me on the journey, please 

What up B-Wiz? It's been quite some time 

I ain't see you in a while since you left in '89 

And I still got the demos before we got signed 

Every rhyme I write you be in the back of my mind 

Yo Big L, congratulations dog, your shit went gold 

Always knew you was a nice nigga, destined to blow 

Seen you uptown, burnin' niggas, testin' ya flow 

Had to catch a plane, I gave you a pound, hand it over 

Freaky Tah, what up my nigga? Damn you still look fly 

You in heaven and you still gettin' high, pass the lye 

Shit yo Eazy, what up dog? I know we never met 

Used to bang niggaz with attitude, cleanin' the tech 

Respect ya gangsta since the video you rhymed in the jail 

Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hell 

My nigga Pun, what up son? I ain't forget you kid 

I'm still rewindin' and succedin' on the joint that we did 

Niggerhood, damn the world, only got one verse 

What up Banky? Who thought you would of made it here first 

Big and Pac rollin' dice like they never had beef 

Big Stretch, side bettin', standin' next to Trouble T 

Though I never met Kadafi, what up God? Peace 

By the way, you heard the record that I did wit your peeps? 

It's love, Buffy the Beatbox, Moore Spurgs, Scott Larock 

Dyin' 4 rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die 

I don't wanna die 

God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you 

I don't wanna die 

Please help me on the journey, please 

I don't wanna die 

God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you 

I don't wanna die 

Please help me on the journey, please 

I don't wanna die 

God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you 

Please help me on the journey, please 

Then years are dying, gotta keep your eying 

Streets don't be lying, keep families crying 

I don't wanna die, no, no yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah 

I don't wanna die, I don't wanna, wanna die