Till I Die Lyrics - Mc Eiht

[eiht] 

Geah 

Thug shit, nigga 

G's in the y-2-k 

Hey, what can I say? (geah) 

Hoo-bangin's official, nigga 

And right now we gon' do some of that thug shit for that ass (killa) 

Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil shit (west side!) 

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[eiht] 

Feel a little gust of wind so I jet 

This real nigga dwells from compton, no shit 

Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales 

County bus rolls through - niggas trips to jail 

What the hell won't trade it, high class can't fade it 

Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it 

Y'all niggas hate to get a dubs and rocks 

Land of the green weed and cars that? hops 

Don't stop - packin' my heat and beretta 

Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather 

Whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!) 

It's a done deal when I hit you run way 

Y'all niggas must be gay, smilin' and shakin' 

How this bitch greed shakin' up money, we keep mention 

Never fakin' the funk, punk, I pops the trunk 

4-5 hittin' yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah 

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Till I die nuthin' but makin' cheese 

Till I die tryin' to come up on ki's 

Till I die nuthin' but guns and weed 

Till I die givin' you just what you need 

[eiht] 

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill 

Steel is my reputation, caps get peeled 

Front line nigga for dollars is my nigga 

But I'm kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers 

Till my dying day I lay away 

Till my very last breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay 

Guilty conscience? never me! 

Last night nigga done caught a felony 

Jealousy try to approach, wanna promote 

Then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc! 

Shake down cause these niggas f**kin' with yours 

Get in where you fit in even if it's a back door 

Or the window, tie up the ho', where's the scope? 

Trying to hand me you popped, you're booked, I want more 

Lock down for me on the bus downtown 

Now my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah 

Chorus... 

[mack 10] 

Till I die is gon' be h double o 

B-a-n-g-i-n fo' sho' 

Niggas never thought that they would ever see me 

With my - eh - blue rag buddy from the c-p-t 

We be kickin' in do's, sweevin' 4-4's 

Shovin' 30 clips in a fully mack 1-0's 

So as the clock tickin' - and the plot thickens 

We be juggin' up sherman - and rockin' up chicken 

(what you need, nigga? ) 

Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch 

And bust on the muthaf**kin' neighborhood watch 

My money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 rover 

I be a millionaire thuggin until it's all over 

I take a ice cold 40 of cristal and what they servin' 

Me and a persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we swervin' 

Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, nigga 

Be my piece of the pie, nigga, so I ride until I die, nigga 

Chorus...