Die Slow Lyrics - Shyne

Its over nigga one sandscript 

The heckler makes good fellas run frantic 

Guns i brandish make men vanish 

Got bodies in Kansas, across the Atlantic 

Once me and lance hit, you don't wanna chance it 

no matter how you plan, you can't antic- 

ipate it, stupid nigga hestiated 

Now his remains be cremated 

(?)(?)(?) never debated 

The killings clean, its shyne related 

Do it like suicide can't retrace it 

Heckler Koch too hot? Gotta replace it 

Charge is murder, never attempted 

I tried, you died cause no defense is 

Strong enough to withstand my assault 

Before I go hit your safe and the vault 

They fled through the night (?)(?) 

Hitler hit ya, lives is lost 

Bodies is found dead, no remorse 

Gun fire to the tire, to exhaust 

Catch fire, we aspire to extort 

Kids with valuables in all resources 

Cops will never find where the corpse is 

While we driving 12's, and box porsches 

[Hook 2x] 

We cop their names and squeeze 

Hit the target, then flee 

So nigga tell me what you wanna do 

Is dying what you wanna do? 

Organized crime, mafia 

Touch mine got heckler koch for ya 

Daily news nigga, make ya popular 

Gone by the morn, while maggots rotten ya 

So be cautious, you don't wanna cross us 

Force us, to leave your body corpsed up 

(?)(?)(?)Tell em boys horsed up 

While we fledding 12's 300 horsed up 

My hand never far from the safety, 

Fucking with me? too bad for your safety 

Nigga hard stares, kill that 

Before you find yourself tied up and kidnapped 

Chopped up, let em find out where your ribs at 

Days later; send it to your mom gift wrapped, get that? 

I say fuck a fist fight 

banana clip fights 

is what im into 

100 rounds into you 

for the torque and this aint interview 

shootin every inch of you 

then hit the mall and buy a mink or two 

Brooklyn gettin money, that be the principal 

[Hook] 

I got guns armstrong like BJ 

Have you runnin fast like its a relay 

race, pray once im reachin my weights 

No bullets (?) (?) and weights 

He dont know i kill armies 

Dont tell him when bullets hit him and figure like Tommy 

Get the picture, sweet dreams when i kiss ya 

Rock the sleep, wrap the sheets, call the priest 

Talk is cheap, 

Bullets pricly I make you pay me 

The cost might be 

An arm, a leg or an organ 

L.A to New York, fuck your origin 

Im killin, send national guards in 

To stop me 

Killed more crews than Motley 

Cop the 

Heckler 50 caliber 

Blaze andything standing my diameter 

[Hook] 

Die slow nigga, die slow 

Die slow nigga, die slow 

Die slow nigga, die slow 

Die slow cocksucker, die slow 

*Gun fire while beat fades out*