When Death Becomes U

Hahahahahaaa

Yeah Nigga

Whoo..

The Smoke of New York

Get up, Come On!

Ah!

[50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus]

There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you

Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. (whoooooo)

Can front if you want to, but niggas who murk you'll (come on)

Come to your tombstone and piss on your grave..

You a rider right, that ride tonight (come on)

Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. (come on)

Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed (come on)

Nigga shit is real in the field...

[Billy Danze Verse]

What's the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth?

Will you lay down and cry, will 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, Nowww

Since your all gangstered up lets get the f**k down

Big Bill Danze an' I'm reppin' for Buck town

Nigga see me dummin' im 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-th-th-th thats what's up

You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up

Brownsville, cl-cl-cl-cl-cl Clap it up!

Fif put in the call..

We ready to brawl with every one of you all, Yes Yes

[50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus]

There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you

Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. (uh)

So front if you want to (uh huh), but niggaz who murk you

Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.. (yes)

You a rider right, that ride tonight

Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. (right)

Nigga cock the steel (uh huh), this is kill or be killed (brrrrrrrr!!)

Nigga shit is real in the field..

[Lil Fame Verse]

You got these young niggaz hollerin "Murderer!!"

Copper tops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka

Niggas don't give a fuck..

I seen a nigga shoot my moms, right in front of my motherfuckin' face

See in the 'ville, ain't no such a thing as a stray bullet

When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it

Slugs ain't never outta season (uh huh)...

All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason (Uhh!)

Blood stains on the cement..

Same place he stood, thats what they leave 'em

Don't black it out, let's just squeezin' off with your gun (uh huh)

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

You know the drill...

I'ma give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not jump

1.... Fuck that... [3 gunshots].. Punk bitch!.. Rest in bits!

[50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus]

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 (uh huh), but niggas who murk you

Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave..

You a rider right, down to ride tonight

Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight..

Nigga cock the steel (uh huh), this is kill or be killed

Nigga shit is real in the field..