Papoose Die Like a G Lyrics

The Nacirema Dream Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Motion Picture
  • 3 Mother Ghetto
  • 4 Aim Shoot
  • 5 Skit
  • 6 Cure
  • 7 Nacirema Dream
  • 8 Pimpin Won't Die
  • 9 6AM
  • 10 Skit
  • 11 Law Library, Part 8
  • 12 What's My Name
  • 13 Top of My Game
  • 14 Faith
  • 15 Turn It Up
  • 16 Die Like a G
  • 17 Get at Me
  • 18 Where I Come From
  • 19 R.I.P.
  • 20 Alphabetical Slaughter, Part II / Z to A
  • [Intro]
    The life of a G...

    [Hook]
    If my death is anything like my life
    Then I'mma die like a G
    Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me
    I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
    Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack
    Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap
    Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back
    So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap

    [Verse 1]
    Ayo my bond is my life, my word is my bond
    You pull the 2-5, I'mma pull the FoFo long
    Niggas can't stop my reign, my buzz too strong
    I was here when you came, I'll be here when you gone
    Keep talkin' like you tough when you're singin' ya song
    I blow ya head off, make the morgue sow it back on
    Niggas catch beef in the night, and slip in the dawn
    That's why the most bodies get dropped in the early morn'
    When the body gets scooped up and shipped to the morgue
    The killer go in the crib and pillow talk to his girl
    Baby mom say she gon' send him where he belong
    Call the cops that's what happens when the woman is scorned
    At the end of most arguments somebody get warned
    Always gotta be right, just admit when you wrong
    Say you gon' ride through the hood and blow your chromes
    But you just bop through the hood and blow your horn

    [Hook]
    If my death is anything like my life
    Then I'mma die like a G
    Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me
    I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
    Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack
    Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap
    Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back
    So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap

    [Verse 2]
    Feel like I'm Tarzan, aw man, my girl Jane
    My homies wild like the animals we all bang
    Lookin' for this coward cause he owe me some small change
    Heard he in the gambling spot
    How you gon' gamble while you owe me homie?
    I ran up in the card game with that long thing
    I'm puttin' dots on they heads while they playing poker
    I ain't playin' with ya'll lames
    Man I gave them niggas poker (polka) dots like Charmane
    Sayin' they killers, man when they gon' start killin'
    When blood starts spillin' ya'll start sayin' ya'll chillin'
    Let them outta town niggas catch ya'll slippin'
    Pump work on the block, took food outta ya'll kitchen
    Flossed in ya parties, sexed all of ya'll women
    You runnin' round talkin' bout you ain't got no hard feelings
    You ain't got no hard feelings cause you're really a broad
    This nigga soft, I don't feel him if his feelings ain't hard

    [Hook]
    If my death is anything like my life
    Then I'mma die like a G
    Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me
    I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
    Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack
    Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap
    Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back
    So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap

    [Verse 3]
    Cause snatch you sharks out the ocean, and watch you die
    Take you guppies out the fish tank and let you dry
    Kill you piranhas at at the blink of an eye
    But I ain't thinkin' bout you I got some bigger fish to fry
    Cause when a nigga live the thug life and somebody hit 'em
    The family always wanna blame the person who with 'em
    So if you was with your homie and ya'll got hit up
    And he ain't make it and you make it then you better grip up
    Now it's more homicide, more bloodshed
    Cause all they really wanna know is why you ain't dead
    A nigga follow my whip I ain't gon' scream and shout
    I'mma lead 'em to his death, that's what I'm about
    Call my homie on the cell, you chillin no doubt
    These niggas followin' the whip, they must think I'm a slouch
    I'mma ride through the block, by the club house
    When you see the car behind me, air that shit out

    [Hook]
    If my death is anything like my life
    Then I'mma die like a G
    Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me
    I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
    Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack
    Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap
    Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back
    So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap

    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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