Yo, yeah, was somthin I wanted to say, oh yeah, yo (CHORUS) All shit that dope might get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha All that shit that might get cha (so give it up) All that that dope might get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha All that shit that dope get cha (so listen to this shit)
niggaz like money, car's, pussy ho Pockets on swole true's and vogue's You your soul as the story is tole Just a hold on a bitch lookin Envogue So ya slang em, gangbang em, hang em And bitches want the money but you cant blame em Got ducket's, mother fuck it, so ya it You either Flav it or ya chuck chuck chuck it Got a big ol' house sit on a hill Gettin high till you die that's the way you feel But on the real, I give a fuck what you got 'cause it dont mean when yo ass get shot Why not, most plot with the gloc And gloc's go pop piggety pop pop pop You just cant it if they comin to get cha And oh yeah, you take it wit cha
(CHORUS) All that shit that might get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha All that shit dope might get cha (none of that) All that shit that might get cha (when you die) You cant it wit cha
You might get you a house, a woman, and maybe a If you dont go crazy And tell me worse bein broke or a hearse (huh) Money is a black curse, but still We got to dollar bills, 'cause if I cant see it then the shit real Where I live, heaven 24-7 No hope for the of dope It aint no heaven, god like my hood my hood is hell and it aint no good Got money to the oh what a feelin O.G. dealin, get peeled and next Ho's checks for some sex Pussy's get dick shoved through they neck No respect, you get no so he hit cha Snap your love a picture Ho you cant it wit cha
(CHORUS) All that shit that might get cha (when you die) You cant it wit cha All that shit dope might get cha (none of that) All shit that dope might get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha
You take it wit cha, no love, no lust No one, no gun, no cap to All the things in you've ever had Get zipped and in the bodybag What's left? Life after death, you know When you die, you might the people you owe Death row, that's we all gon' go your soul to the devil get a tag on your toe Oh no, no more and television Get a trip to the morgue for your circumsision What the fuck? You know what from what 'cause they even your dick and your nuts Man you cant it wit cha
(CHORUS) All that shit that might get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha All that shit dope might get cha (none of that) All that that dope might get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha