When Death Becomes U Lyrics - M.o.p.

Yeah, nigga 

The smoke of New York 

Get up, come on 

There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you 

Some say your soul may burn in the flame 

So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you 

Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave 

You a rider right, that ride tonight 

Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight 

Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed 

Nigga shit is real in the field 

What's the procedures nigga 

When you got a hammer in your mouth? 

When you laid down and cry? 

When you stand up and die? 

Like the man that I am, fire 

Yes, yes, give 'em the whole thang 

I'm a legend in the town, now 

Since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down 

Big Bill dancin' I'm reppin for buck town 

Nigga see me dummin' I'm comin', clutchin' the pound 

Don't worry about my whereabouts 

We air um out, clear um out, yes yes 

The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up 

Th-th-that's what's up 

You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up 

Brownsville, cl-cl-clap it up 

Fif put in the call 

We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, yes yes 

There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you 

Some say your soul may burn in the flame 

So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you 

Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave 

You a rider right, that ride tonight 

Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight 

Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed 

Nigga shit is real in the field 

You got these young niggaz hollerin' murderer 

Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka 

Niggaz don't give a fuck 

I seen a nigga shoot my momz 

Right in front of my mother fuckin' face 

See in the 'ville, ain't such a thing as a straight bullet 

When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it 

Slugs ain't never outta season 

All you gotta do is give a mother fucker one reason 

Blood stains on the ceilin' 

Same place he stood, that's what they leave 'em 

Don't black it out, lets just squeezin' off with your gun 

'cause you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young 

You know the drill 

I'ma give your ass three seconds to bounce 

And you better not chark 

One, fuck that, dumb bitch, rest in bliss 

There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you 

Some say your soul may burn in the flame 

So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you 

Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave 

You a rider right, that ride tonight 

Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight 

Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed 

Nigga shit is real in the field