Don't Die Lyrics - Birdman

Yeah... Yeah 

Check me out man.Yeah 

[(Lil Wayne)] 

Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers 

Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up 

We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless 

And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous 

Shit I guess I ain't it 

You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay 

where the worms stay 

I spit it for my nigga's sake 

I spit it for myself a long time ago 

Got a few houses, few whips, few condos 

I'm so straight I'm pointin 

The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment 

Baby boy the president now 

Shit you gotta make an appointment 

Two record labels 

You should come join 'em 

Do check the label 

And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table 

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[(Chorus: Lil Wayne)] 

Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami 

I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it 

I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it 

Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami 

I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it 

I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up 

[(Birdman)] 

Yeah... 

Nigga playin, doing about 180 

Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade 

Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky 

G4 whenever, fly in any weather 

Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers 

Million on the floor 

Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow 

And don't think about the past 

A little water came, now we floatin on everything 

Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin 

Niggaz puttin it in for the change 

So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on 

I'm on the side with that bling 

And outside, got them thangs 

Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes 

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[(Chorus)] 

[(Lil Wayne)] 

Naw, don't fuck with that dogg 

Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off 

And I'm coming back hard 

Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off 

I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it 

With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it 

Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty 

And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci 

[(Birdman)] 

Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty 

Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound 

Duffle bag full of cash when I come around 

The lil' homie got the game so I put him down 

Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown 

Like father like son, got it off the mound 

Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds 

Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns 

[(Chorus)] 

[(Birdman (over chorus))] 

Yeah nigga, 

Un-fuckin-believable 

I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga 

You know, they mouth like they ass 

Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me 

Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga 

And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me 

Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back 

Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas 

Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world