Die - Tree

While I’m out in Harlem

My Louis' scuff my Prada

Kept with white bitches who bottom

50 for the the bottle

50 for a bottle

Cost you 30 in Chicago

Or 20 in Milwaukee (shit)

I started with them

So I’m always in the hood somewhere

When I relate to the bottom

And I swore to keep it ghetto

Like I’m fucking without condoms

Like I’m serving in them buildings

Send my bitch to go get me dimes

I’m so different, I’m Obama

But the drama, baby mama (mama)

(Lo) Lord don’t let me die a man

Lord don’t let me die a man (x3)

I was looking out the window

Hustling with them big folks

My brother’s no Nintendo

I just want to be down

He don’t want me to be close

I wanted to be one

He told me 'no, Tree, no'

Guess that’s where we G-O

I separate, and now I’m C-O

Ain’t you proud of me now?

Love your brother tried to be old

Now my only brother I speak to

And he answer

Damn, they tell me

Suge got cancer

Damn, Suge got cancer

(Lo) Lord don’t let me die a man

Lord don’t let me die a man (x3)

(Tree)

I ain’t never been afraid to leave

It seems I’ve been too scared to live

(Damn, damn) The arguments and everything

Fuck a deal if I can make you healthy, keep you here

Blood brother, brother of mine

Gave me my one and only tattoo back in '89

Sold me my first whip, was an 89

Left me like life, must’ve phoned you about 80 times

Like old times

(Lo) Lord don’t let me die a man

Lord don’t let me die a man (x3)

Darryl said to Carson 'Won't you niggas visit?'

Homies seen you in the streets and said you niggas living

When we was young and dumb you couldn’t tell us apart

Got to sticking niggas up all the way up north

Now a nigga independent and you won’t show your heart

Show me love, love your blood

I got a year to go, I could get out

You owe me cuz

Blood cousin, no cousin of mine

Whether we on the hill -Lord don’t let me die a man- or we in the ground

(Lo) Lord don’t let me die a man

Lord don’t let me die a man (x3)

Baby.

baby

Baby, baby