Die - Beanie Sigel

We chapters of the same book, just a different page

Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid

Doin’what we gotta do to avoid the raid

Before you get caged, but you can’t avoid the grave

We chapters of the same book, just a different page

Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid

Doin’what we gotta do to avoid the raid

Before you get caged, but you can’t avoid the grave

When you live by the sword, you die by the sword

I’ll probablly die in the vocal booth spittin’out raw

Die on stage, rippin’down tours

Die from age, trickin’out-a-town whores

Die cuz I didn’t have one in the pipe

Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike

And die on a death mission, two tec’s spittin'

No vest section from my chest missin'

Die cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten

In a V twizzy in a wreckless collision

Or die in the streets over somethin’petty

Cuz a broke ass nigga tryed ta say I asked Betty

Die from a shot from a said war golck

>From a kid on the block while sittin’in the drop

Or die cuz I was on, ain’t see 'em comin'

Too late, eight shots got my body nummin'

Die for fuckin’his bitch in his bed

Die cuz a nigga thought I snitched ta the feds

Die wit a knife six inches in my head

I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair

Or die cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker

I was high off vodka, hydro, or malt liquor

Die cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man

Die cuz the cops tricked me ta say that man

Die cuz I hesitated ta spray that man

Die cuz I hesitated ta pay that man

Die cuz my man passed me a empty tool

Die cuz I panicked, I couldn’t keep my cool

Die cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy

Or die cuz them niggas was jel, they envyed me Die tryin’ta seal the fate of my enemy

I could go out from a case of mistaken identity

Or die cuz the door wasn’t open, it was locked

Die cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn’t pop

Die cuz a nigga wasn’t focused on the block

Die cuz them niggas thought tha coke was in the spot

Die cuz another nigga said I said somethin'

Die cuz that newsy bitch said I did somethin'

Die cuz a nigga was tryin’ta get a name

Or die cuz it was just my time ta feel the flames

Might get sparked, might not feel no pain

Might go out like dark-skinned Jamain

Take a couple shots ta the heart, ta the brain

Got all the dough, don’t know the cost of the game

Young buck didn’t wanna come off the chain

Couldn’t handle the rock, got horsed in the game

I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac

I’d rather go out in the masjid makin’salat

We chapters of the same book, just a different page

Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid

Doin’what we gotta do to avoid the raid

Avoid the cage, but you can’t avoid the grave

We chapters of the same book, just a different page

Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid

Doin’what we gotta do to avoid the raid

Avoid the cage, but you can’t avoid the grave