You Died ft. Ex-Prez & Uncle Murda Lyrics

Soh Dope

Serious man

A yo Murda

How these niggas talking bout getting all this coke money

And they couldn't even sell a dream

Fuck outta here nigga You died

You should've been a cop fuck hip-hop

With that freestyle you're bound to get shot

Spitting that weak shit

You're bound to get dropped

Two weeks after you flop

You be bragging a lot

You be sneak jabbing a lot

Me and my niggas love it

We won't think nothing of it when we shatter your top

You dirty ass nigga

Chasing after them thots

I'll be waiting after your show if I really wanted you popped

Far as the flow I'm everything you not

Did you hear that clear I'm everything You not

A lot of y'all niggas I begot

Birthed you fed you

Burped you and forgot

Call the coroner motherfucka you died

You ain't the king of New York nigga you lied

As soon as drama pop you castle and go inside

If you can't beat em

Well nigga you coincide

If you're married to the game I guess I'm fuckin your bride

You feeling some type of way

I guess I'm fuckin your pride

You moving some type of weight

I'm guess you stuck in your lies

And I'm the truth Who else fuckin with I huh

Villa what up

East New York

Woa

You should've been a cop fuck hip-hop

With that freestyle you bound to get shot

Huh

You gon rat You ain't gon ride nigga

Go suck on a cop dick and die nigga

You getting money That's a lie nigga

Your kids look like bums They never fly nigga

Your best song ain't better than my skit

Your main bitch let everybody hit

And you know about it It's fuckin with your pride

You sucker for love You feeling like you died

Me I'm feeling so alive

Get them bricks for 22

Sell em for 45

Mask on gloves on before I catch a body

I used to catch niggas sleeping in them project lobbies

Fuck boys ain't gon like this shit

I'll shoot a nigga for Villa on some Cypress shit