Don't Die Lyrics - R.a.p. Music - Killer Mike

I woke up this morning to a cop with a 

Who told me that he looking for a n! gga on the run 

I thought for a second and I screwed my 

And asked the dirty pig "Why the f*ck you in my place?" 

He said "Chill or we kill, this is a warning" 

Then I told him "fuck you, Where is the warrant?" 

Then they got to punchin' and kickin' and macin' 

Then the Whole situation went Larry Davis 

Thinking 'bout my lady and thinking 'bout my baby 

Thinking "these two motherfucking pigs going crazy" 

They wanna kill a n! gga 'cause a nigga on this rap shit 

Wanna leave me dead on a mattress, Hampton 

I'm a Public Enemy because I'm Cold Lampin' 

And I don't give a f*ck about a party in The Hamptons 

And I don't give a f*ck about a motherf*ckin' Forbes List 

Far as I'm concerned, that's a motherfucking whores list 

Motherf*cker, my dad was a cop 

You don't think I know a dirty ass cop when I see one? 

Shake down, take down, disrespecting-the-badge-ass-bitch! 

Back to the scene going wild in the bedroom 

Grab the cop's gun left from leaking with a head wound 

Second cop shot, but the bullet hit his partner 

Shot him in the leg and he hit him in the arter(y) 

Now the dirty cop's looking at me 

Talking 'bout he kill a n! gga if I try to flee 

Shit, I'm about to loose it, so he gon' have to prove it 

All because the government hate rap music 

I've been labeled outlaw, renegade, villain 

So is Martin King, so the system had to kill him 

A nigga with an attitude, the world gotta feel him 

attempt 

If I gotta kill a cop just to get out the building 

That m*therfucker didn't, left dead, no feelings 

Yelling "F*ck him" as I buck A 45 at his fillings 

Trying to knock his brains through the motherf*cking ceiling 

When I surface on the streets I can hear the crowd yelling 

And see the neighborhood snitches pointing and telling 

I'm bailing like a felon or Assata Shakur 

Before the law leave me stinking like a bag of manure 

Like Jeriko One in the movie 'Strange Days' 

They want a nigga dead 'cause the things that I say 

Might make the youth go and pick up an AK 

Tell the government "Fuck you, no way" 

Like John Connor mama I be running everyday 

'Cause if I get caught it's my life they terminate 

Or stick me in a cell on Guantanamo Bay 

All because a n! gga won't sit in and obey 

I'll be an outlaw before I ever behave 

And die a free man before I live like a slave 

Nothing changes, if they catch me today 

"F*ck the police" is still all I gotta say 

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