Don't Mind Dying - Mike-D, Mike D. featuring Mista MJ, Den-Den & Money

Come on say uh, gangsta shit nigga

G shit come on what, uh say uh

This that gangsta talk, that gangsta music

That uh gangsta walk, how the gangstas do it — 2x

Just when you busters thought, the game was all over

I’m fresh out the Pen, with backpacks on both shoulders

I got bricks in one, coffee cups in the other

OZ’s getting baked, cause me I like em smothered

I get kisses on both cheeks, cause that’s how don niggas do it

My people’s give me work cheap, cause I run right through it

I’m still gangsta nigga, doing what I wan' do

Ain’t no breathing this summer nigga, we playing spondu

His left hand give me, sky’s the limit

Got that cash lil' daddy, but dog I got’s to get it

Cause uh I’m a hustler, from my soul

And I rock the block, like I’m Billy Blonco

Catch me in the all black, tinted Durango

Stomping in my 9−5 Max’s, and Kangos

I’m back in the deck, and bout to slam another do'

Wish a nigga would run up, I’ma fill him full of holes

I done told these niggas once, I don’t mind dying

And everything that I love, I’ma throw it on the line

When these niggas go to tripping, I’ma duck aim and fire

And bury motherfuckers, till the moment I retire

See I was built from scratch, compounds of sticky

Daddy had me around G’s, dressed in Dickies

Taught me how to use my hands, and box so well

And to bury motherfuckers, that might go and tell

See this world is real wicked, and full of shife

And your main fucking trigger, might take your life

I stay strapped with teflons, eyes on focus

Blowing on killer green, sitting on shit that’s poking

Hoping and low poking, I might die of old age

So damn hard, not to hit the news page

Gangs like Sadaam, with the microwave cluttered

My fingers the whipper, come with grams of butter

Hustling like O.J., trying to beat the murder

I’m in a open stride, no time to st-st-stutter

And if you get in my path, I’ma bl-bl-bluck ya

Fucking with a real nigga, that’s down to hurt ya

It’s gangsta, niggas is fronting and let me get

You see I’m fired up, and two to one my life is sent

To bring em already, snap necks the close of kin

That be the bend, and the grass we stacking in

Real G’s stack G’s, on the code we falling in

With the sass name nigga, getting away I’ma route ends

With some flying in, from all up for the triple win

I need a triple spin, everytime for the dirt we in

I got my money right, wanna go to war I’ll take your life

Get money for your head, send your tongue back to your wife

With a pair of dice with all snake eyes, you lost your life

I done buried a nigga once, don’t make it twice

Cause I don’t mind dying, storming the lot God forgive me twice

Cause I’ma have to, take another life

I told these niggas once, if I been in and being shife

Give me my money, don’t give a damn just take his life

I done told these niggas once, won’t be a second time

I done lost a lot of what I love, so I don’t mind dying

Plus these niggas keep lying, bout what I’m supplying

I’m fin’s to start hog tying, and bitch nigga jaw wiring

So it’s kool-aid for grind, you better get your guns up

You better put your funds up, cause I express wind up

And it’s a straight come up, go on unlock the safe

And uncock your face, cause you gon drop me the weight

And I ain’t leaving without it partna, your wife’ll get raped

Put them kids in duct tape, fuckers stocking on my face

Cause I’m a basket case, I get away with no trace

And if you step out of line, I’ma put you in place

I’m getting down on my grind, with 44's by my spine

It’s the M to the I to the S-T-A-M-J, everytime

I pledge allegiance to crime, I pledge allegiance to rhyme

I pledge to bleed the motherfuckers, to the day they out me down