You Can't Kill Me - Capone-N-Noreaga

We put too much work in

Seen too many cold days, too many nights servin

It’s been tried, we will survive

CNN rise, keep street ties

We got a hundred niggas strong

A hundred niggas armed to kill you right or wrong

You can’t murder what’s dead

We walk the pavement with, one in the head

Now what I stands for I rise for, my man’s who I die for

Blows frontline in the war, despise law

I’m built to be guilty, filthy, dirty, rich

Niggas wanna kill me 'fore I’m thirty-six

Stop my lifeline, I’m tryin to hundred thousand dollar car and ice mine

Predicate felon, lifetime

Consecutive cases, no respect for racists, haters hate this

Hope to trade places, and piss where my grave is

I lay this down, I blaze this pound I’ma say this now

Fuck around and I’ma chastise

You ain’t that wise, I’m out to capitalize

My cap size is nine milli, leave you slumpin back in your ride

My hood sit on bloody acres, parallel to my maker

I squeeze vertical a fiend I’m servin you

What dirt’ll do to virginal niggas, is get 'em kilt

Filled with hot lead, but not by the feds, who wanna see me dead?

You can’t killlll, me

We put too much work in

Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin

You can’t killlll, me

It’s been tried, we will survive

CNN rise, keep street ties

You can’t killlll, me

We got a hundred niggas strong

A hundred niggas armed to kill you right or wrong

You can’t killlll, me

You can’t murder what’s dead

We walk the pavement with, one in the head

I can’t believe what I saw, through the eyes of the corner

I had warrants on each name, aliases in each state

I got caught, what the hell did I thought?

Turkey bacon or turkey ham, it’s pork

It’s the same thing, you should look how I walk

The gun make me lean to the left, I saw it and repped

Look for the moment to step, Mo-e' I’m wet

The judge know I caught a nigga and I beat him to death

But it’s okay, I go jet ski in the Bay

Away from New York, and go lay up in L. A

I know intelligent niggas that move dough

Leave out of the hood, and lose all of they shit

Well I don’t lose nuttin, I learned how to mix with other cultures

Other vultures, niggas know I leave my path

Kneeds the math, it’s good like the Haitian hash

It’s amazin, you know my nigga Maze won’t crash, it go

As long as blood in my vein flows niggas gon' hate

Wish on my death date, give my description, to the plain clothes

Rely on my fate, remain cold

Like lost souls to the crossroads, guns I been bought those

I’m a legend, only if Lord knows

You can’t kill me and place me in Potter’s Field

Y’all niggas not as real

I predict that I’ma die squeezin, thug it through the five seasons

I place my trust in the heat, my higher bein

You cannot kill me, or have me leanin slumped on a project gate

With one in my stomach, barely breathin

My moms grievin, my wife cryin, my kid’s a bastard

I bust iron, fuck livin or dyin

Fools who work out get tight caskets

Niggas who merk out when I spray crash kid

That’s the way that I’m on it

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