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lirik lagu busta rhymes – die too soon

[intro: dj quik]
compton’s in the motherf~ckin’ house
look

[verse 1: dj quik, busta rhymes]
now busta~bust he like the david blane of hip~hop (come here just watch)
an x to the z, i backpack it, y’all n~ggas stop (yo, yo)
we asphalt, not clay, not dust (yo)
i put my money where my mouth is, y’all just trust (ooh)
this a real game, motherf~ckers, and i’m playing this well (yeah)
i’m an ~n~log, you a hologram, you ain’t that real (yo, yo)
you ain’t the truth, you ain’t even know how to begin
the real fly game swatter, you can’t win
i’ve been pi since i was knee~high (yup)
spending money since 4 years old
let the truth be told (yo, yo)
y’all proof, pull the sunroof
when i bubble, it’s an overflow
left and right wrist like overload
now i’m 5’4″ n~gga (vroom), double r right
i’m rough on the boulevard (yeah), i do it hard (yo, yo) even with a hit on my head
i still shine, spit on the red
i’m fly, n~gga, ’til i’m bred and i’m dead, yeah

[chorus: busta rhymes]
so tell ’em welcome back to one of these
n~ggas know that they f~cking around with real gs
who you think you are?
bass heavy all in my truck
that be the gangster sh~t, i stay banging up in my car
shot the front n~gga, you f~ck around and just make a n~gga c~ck up and i clap up the broom
act dumb and you can be one of the young n~ggas that your peeps be saying “die too soon”
ayo (flipmode n~gga)
[verse 2: busta rhymes]
when i step up in the club b~tches trying to hug me
so sick baby mothers still trying to f~ck me
see, we move past diesel like we stocking the [?]
i’m the nicest in this b~tch, swamp c~cky as f~ck
f~ck rap, a lot of drug money stacking insane
compton got a couple bricks from quick and gain
thought a stomp and couple cl!cks to you n~ggas is lame
like you could f~ck with aftermath, b~tch i’ll weaken your frame
then i pumped y’all n~ggas bladder ’til we watching your piece build
blood mixture k!lling n~ggas at free will
i say thou sh~t too immoral my brother
throwing a bachelor party for my homie f~cking your mother
so married to the game, b~tch, whenever we build
my n~gga game, he like to spaz, i try to tell him to chill
f~ck you, see my goons will rush your resident fast
no matter how much dough you got, we whip the president ass
break a bottle, cut your jugular, you n~ggas is dead

[chorus: busta rhymes]
so tell ’em welcome back to one of these
n~ggas know that they f~cking around with real gs
who you think you are?
bass heavy all in my truck
that be the gangster sh~t, i stay banging up in my car
shot the front n~gga, you f~ck around and just make a n~gga c~ck up and i clap up the broom
act dumb and you can be one of the young n~ggas that your peeps be saying “die too soon”
flipmode
[verse 3: the game]
i don’t do much, sh~t on the block in that lavender range
for fiends, pass ’em the ‘caine
y’all n~ggas is lame
y’all ain’t really want beef with the game
give ’em 100 thou, easiest pain
but, motherf~cker, that ain’t your navy 6
all you do is drive jay~z sh~t
n~gga you ain’t hardcore
n~gga you ain’t ever won no warzone
you still behind dame while he was thanking the lord
you a fad, n~gga you know your rhymes ain’t ill
in state property the closest you ever been to a mil’
you ain’t hot with that wack ass album you dropped
the whole roc know beans came and take your spot
you a joke, text right for russell and hov
why you think they keep you around when you only would go
yo kid, know who let ’em but the b~i in b~tch
f~ggot couldn’t sell a record with ti and trick daddy
n~gga talk that sh~t, i crush him
and this ain’t nothing to do with quik and busta

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