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Add Your New Review About The Song The Reviews about Bananas (page 1/1) ------ performed by Andre Nickatina MORIRE DA SOLO (DIE ALONE) - Andre Nickatina | Reviewer: Sheilah Fckn E | 9/24/2008 Man im a die alone - lonely w/ a hole in my soul. sorta like poker when U fold. Wearin hot furs in the cold. I'm a die alone. U can feel the greed in my bones. Excuse my religion 4 the cash,how long will it last, I see the future in my weed bag. Man im a die alone. the bitches even say it on the phone. im in a zone in my own home. I spit like a cobra. im rite ova yo shoulda. my zodiac sign N ya mind till its ova. man I'm a die alone. N i can feel the hand of the gods. they comes when i open the Qur-an. cause if im ever gone, get an I-Pod. it a let U no I'm a Capo not a Dom! -God Khan. I spend my yrs like my last days here. I work it from the back 2 the front 2 the rear-yes dear! A real rap cats in the buildin', before I leave tell me how Ya feelin'. I'm A die alone. Equito-U can..creamate me down to the ashes, don't wanna see my momma cryin' over a casket...& the faster i live man my lifes like a party & visions of me dien like west indian achie...i was real deal razor a player thru all the drama, from cold deals, high heelz all of the carma commin back, every breath every breathi'm feelin' a slow death, although you no i can't expect anything less...i was the frontline, just ta fight ya battle, like the CHE of the bay its just me & my shadow...i handle it till i'm gone & old with arthritis, threw grinds & the hustles, drugs & allnighters...i went thru all the static, hoes on automatic, back 2 back blowin it cravin' a bad habit...trust, u no imma tell it all on the microphone, & i can feel it in my heart, IMMA DIE ALONE!! Andre-U no when I die it mite ve a real Ku-Da-Ty, imagine if U heard every rhyme, picture every line, touch every fine ass dime, magic on ya tires make em shine! I'm A die alone. It's just like bullets N the chrome. Ya there but cha really not a home! Ya hear the death tone thru the phone, laugh N ya gone, everythang right get wrong. Man i'm the Vegas type. man what cha paper like. then holla back, then holla back homey when U get yo paper right. cause i'm a die alone. N the Benz i roll. Wrap me like a mummy Eqypt Pharoah. sock it 2 my pocket like a rocket, 4 ever these words a keep my photo in ya lock it. Sweet ass cotton candy or a jonny rancher. the foe foe matters. cause its bout Hank Gathers! I'm a die alone, cam with my wings on my own. I'll look like an eagle when they get fully grown, on the rope. the gods say roll up the dope, & like Stacey Latisaw hit every note till i'm broke. ever thou its butta they say ya soul retreats 2 tha gutta! w/ all others! no happiness is shown. They show U from the gate baby U can die alone. Man U can die alone! Add Your New Review About The Song