Neva Die Lyrics - Singles - Just Truthz

Interlude; 

Hahahaaa! 

U shootin' at me? 

U wan' my family to lose me? 

Why the fuck you so cruel,crooked ass bitches? 

I ain't gonna die for real lil' trick ass snitches! 

U shot my mother and my father! 

U also shot my brothers 

Lil' trick ass motherfuckers! 

Verse One; 

These motherfuckin' fake gangstaz tryna shoot me down, 

They never knew I won't die in my home town, 

So,I shot back at 'em and cops hunted for me forever, 

It's unfair and cops are so crooked Benolova. 

That's why I'm thuggin' for life till my death day arrives, 

Gushin' down the streets of Mkhobosa like COPE Allies. 

My pistol's ready who thwarts my progress? 

I'm thug-lovin' and praisin' the Lord in the process! 

You player haters spill envy allover your crooked hearts, 

I'm aggressive as you plan to slay me en it hurts. 

My hoodlum watched you spellbound prayin' to our thuggin' gods, 

As you tryna get rid of us butchu fail lil' retards. 

You befriend with the police and steal our props, 

Then bribe the Defence Force as lame ass cops. 

We know all your behind-the-public dealings, 

You fuckin' crooks payin' thievin' cops for your killings! 

Chorus x2; 

Always got shot, 

It comes as real shock, 

Neva die strikin fire like this bitches, 

Neva been hopeless, 

Neva lose focus 

Always live spittin drama like this snitches! 

Just TruthZ Talks; 

Who the fuck you think you gonna murder lil' bomb ass zombies? 

You ain't gonna slay me in the midst of my homies! 

Scream NEVA DIE motherfuckaaaaaa! 

Verse Two; 

Plus you payin' Abomahosha I earn sex as your Razo, 

Real Gz bustin at 'em and you spinnin' like a Tazo. 

Who the fuck you think you gonna murder,lil' trick ass? 

I'm God-protected and death-proof I can't die fake ass! 

Some tryna direct me on how to run my own LIFE? 

Rat ass seekin' popularity as a fucking DWARF! 

Go get yourself the thug triple C that I possess, 

Gettin' it wasn't a walk in the park durin' recess. 

It was all the boredom and I couldn't escape it, 

But my efforts paid off and I bet it's my ticket. 

S.I.A slay these young Onnossel and neva regret it, 

We torture what kills and whose cruelty we won't forget! 

They're killin' us and cops wanna sieze me! 

It's all bribes and black trash tryna squeeze me! 

Now I'ma stuck my chopper right through trash's face, 

And relocate to ensure that there's no fuckin' trace! 

Chorus x2; 

Verse Three; 

Now ull never get rid of me from the core of rap, 

En Im spitting fire of anger on the spitter of crap. 

Im not a nigga but mama gave birth to a hoodlum, 

My hearts raw and my brains baked from a crime plum. 

Its time nigga u dropped ur crooked ass lameness, 

Im a TWO-SIX so getcho ass outa my demonic business. 

They slay my hoodlum en nou Im flying solo like a single eagle. 

But I aint stressed cus Im busting on my foes with my chopping sickle. 

Damn its me father Lord Shembe Im the ruthless sinner, 

My heads full tricks and blazes evil in a crazy manner. 

Come to my aid to end all the devillishment in TruthZ bomb, 

And maybe these young ass punks might stop playing dumb. 

They pelt an iron with stones in their silly juvenile tricks, 

What the fuck do u know about Deep Level TWO SIX tracks? 

Nothin nigga so u gotta dance to my ringing bells, 

Or else my hoodlumz gotta cut ur slim balls!