Dead or Alive Lyrics

Niggas ain't poppin' wit me

Niggas ain't poppin' for me

So I guess I gotta pop it

By my-fuckin' self

I don't give a fuck 'bout the size

I don't give a fuck, who was there

I want you dead or alive

So I can put yo' head

On my fuckin' shelf

I'm running to the gas

And I smoke it all

So I feel like the cheetah on the chiefs

You can't fuck wit' me

Nigga hate I'm running his block

I told him take me out the street

His bitch love Benihana, so imma' take her out to eat

I got 99 problems

But bitch you ain't the only one

I need a double, cuz' I don't stunt

I be fucking hoes for fun

Nigga talk I grab my gun

Nigga asking me for hundreds

Tryna' come up on something

It's gon' get hotter than the summer

Niggas all talk, they all running

They gon' tell everything like Gunna

I'm fucking two hoes at one time

They a bundle

They gon switch, on the same nigga they lay up under

Gotta do anything to stay alive

Because if they benefit off something

Best believe, they gon' lie

They don't give a fuck

They switchin' sides

They was never loyal bitch

They could say they love you one day, next day

Hit you wit' the fye'

(Got blood coming down your eyes, yeah)

(They gon' send you right to the sky, yeah)

They gon' have you asking god why?, yeah

Cuz' all they know is homicide, yeah

Niggas ain't poppin' wit me

Niggas ain't poppin' for me

So I guess I gotta pop it

By my-fuckin' self

I don't give a fuck 'bout the size

I don't give a fuck, who was there

I want you dead or alive

So I can put yo' head

On my fuckin' shelf

I'm running to the gas

And I smoke it all

So I feel like the cheetah on the chiefs

You can't fuck wit' me

Nigga hate I'm running his block

I told him take me out the street

His bitch love Benihana, so I took her out to eat

Nigga dissed my zone

So I sent a blitz

Nigga talk, you get hit

You got a chain, you gon' get robbed for that shit

12 around, plead the fifth

Fuck every gang nigga you wit'

You outside, you get hit wit' a stick

I ain't talking 'bout yo' bitch

When I say I'm hittin' licks

Nigga tryna' catch a body like Terrell Owens

Had to get a Rick

Imma' cook his ass, like this is it

Leave him sick

Yo' bitch said it don't fit

You know exactly what it is

I'm outside, I'm in the field

Fuck how pussy niggas feel

Got the lean, can't let it spill

I'm beefing wit' niggas who never did a drill

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

Niggas ain't poppin' wit me

Niggas ain't poppin' for me

So I guess I gotta pop it

By my-fuckin' self

I don't give a fuck 'bout the size

I don't give a fuck, who was there

I want you dead or alive

So I can put yo' head

On my fuckin' shelf

I'm running to the gas

And I smoke it all

So I feel like the cheetah on the chiefs

You can't fuck wit' me