Morire Da Solo (die Alone) Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

Andre: 

man ima die alone, lonely with a hole in my soul 

sorta like poker when you fold, wearin hot furs in the cold 

man ima die alone, you feel the greed all in my bones 

excuse my religion for the cash, how long will it last? 

I see the future in my weed bag, man ima die alone 

the bitches even said on the phone, im in the zone in my own home 

i spit it like a cobra, im right over yah shoulda 

my zodiac signs in yah mind till it's ova 

man ima die alone, man i can feel the hands of the gods 

they come when i open tha koran, cause even when i'm gone 

man get an ipod, man it'll let you know that im a kappa not a don 

man god khan, i spent years like my last days here 

i work it from the back, to the front, to the rear 

yes dear a real rap cats in the buildin before i leave 

tell me how yah feelin, man ima die alone 

Equipto: 

You can't creamate me down to the ashes 

don't wanna see my momma cryin' over a casket 

now fast i like man my life's like a party 

envisions of me diein like im were cindy and marchy(?) 

i was real deal razor, playin through all the drama 

from coke deals high heels all of the karma, comin back 

every breath fufilling a slow death 

although you know i can't expect anythin less 

i was the front line just to fight your battle 

like the chay at the bay, it's just me and my shadow 

i handle it till im gone, and old with arthritis 

the grinds and the hustles drugs and all nightas 

i went through all the static, hoes and automatic 

back to back cravin the bad habit, drugs 

you know ima tell it all on the microphone 

and i feel it in my heart ima die alone 

Andre: 

Die alone 

it might be a reala cou de thai 

imagine if you heard every rhyme 

man picture every line 

man touch every fine ass dime 

man magic on the tire make em shime 

man ima die alone, its just like the bullets and the chrome 

your there but your really not at home 

you hear the death tone through the phone 

laugh and yah gone, everything right i get wrong 

man im the vegas type, man what the paper like 

man holla back homie when you get yah paper right 

man ima die alone, roll in a benz all alone 

wrapp me like a mummie, egypt pharoah 

man sock it to my pocket like a rocket 

forever deeze words i keep my photo in your locket 

man sweet as cotton candy, or even jolly ranchers 

the fo fo matters cause its about pink gathers 

man im alone, i can't put my wings on my own 

i look like an eagle when they get fully grown 

on the ropes, the gods say roll up the dope 

and like stacey lathersahl hit ever note 

till im broke, man even tho it's butta 

they say yo soul retreats to the gutta 

with all the othas, no happiness shown 

they show you from the gate baby you can die alone 

You can die alone