Die

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