Don't Wanna Die Lyrics - Loon - Loon

Uh check it out, yeah, let me tell you a little story 

A little couple street tales, on the shit I be seeing 

'Cuz yo I'm from Harlem and everyday I see shit yo 

Like this, check it uh 

Now here's a story 'bout a young kid 

Had everything in life, never had to ask for nothing more than twice 

His pops was getting his, moms was a lawyer 

And his ball game almost had him draft to the hoier's 

He fell in love with a chick named Latoya 

But little did he know, Latoya was a hoe 

Lot of shit 'bout Latoya he don't know 

She fucked with some nigga named Bo who so blow 

The day he found out, turned the town out 

Ran up on Bo and his ass got pound out, 

But yo when he came through he seen the devil in disguise 

It was Bo with the devil in his eyes 

Mack 11 on the side, him and seven other guys 

And every last one of these niggas ready to ride 

Beside the fact that this cat in the mix 

Jaw all broke up but that could be fixed 

Drawers all soaked up 'cuz that nigga pissed 

Full force, cocked-back the rap nigga shit 

Now perhaps nigga flipped or perhaps nigga cried 

But deep down this nigga didn't really wanna die 

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly 

Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die 

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly 

Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die 

Now here's a story 'bout another nigga, by the name of Jermaine 

This nigga pushing 30 and still in the game 

He won't change, all he do is sniff cocaine 

Recruit niggas outta school and poison they brain 

I'm saying any nigga fucking with Jermaine 

This nigga had you hustling in the rain 

Or bust a nigga brain this dude was menacin' fact 

But these dominance cats could finish him black 

'Cuz he didn't finish them packs, didn't finish that weight 

That kid he had picture, caught ten in the face 

Him and his ace, walk round with mack ten in his waste 

But pop never been a disgrace 

Word to mother, he got contract killers, combat niggas 

They killed up a whole fifth of conic liquor 

Skipped town thinking they wouldn't harm that nigga 

Found out they know where your mom's at nigga 

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly 

Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die 

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly 

Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die 

The last story is Samantha, type of chick that you pamper 

Got a lot of junk in her pamper, pops was a panther 

Her mom's some happy camper 

That thought the whole world of Samantha 

Moved to Atlanta at the age of 18 

Got a couple girls and they formed the A-team 

Some playthings, specialize in blazing 

Her and her girlfriend may ling from Beijing 

They was bugged harassing the scrubs 

Everybody knew 'bout Samantha and clubs 

Gullable, get Samantha some drugs 

And you can take her home and get Samantha some love 

Back-shots, yo Samantha don't budge 

Probably all the niggas that Samantha done fucked 

Lotta kids, she can twist lotta ways 

Till she found out she HIV positive 

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly 

Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die 

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly 

Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die 

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly 

Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die 

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly 

Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die