Yo, yeah, there was somthin I to say, oh yeah, yo (CHORUS) All that shit that might get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha All that shit that might get cha (so give it up) All that shit that might get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha All that shit that might get cha (so listen to this shit)
Most like money, car's, pussy ho Pockets on roll true's and vogue's You sell your as the story is tole Just a hold on a lookin like Envogue So ya slang em, gangbang em, hang em And bitches want the but tricks you cant blame em Got ducket's, fuck it, so ya stuck it You either Flavor it or ya chuck chuck chuck it Got a big ol' that sit on a hill Gettin high till you die 'cause the way you feel But on the real, I dont a fuck what you got it dont mean shit when yo ass get shot Why not, niggaz plot with the gloc And only gloc's go pop pop pop pop You just cant stop it if they 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 that dope might get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha
You might get you a house, a woman, and a baby If you dont go first 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 the shit aint real Where I live, heaven 24-7 No for the city of dope It aint no heaven, god dont my hood 'cause my hood is and it aint no good Got money to the ceilin' oh what a O.G. dealin, get peeled and next Ho's want for some sex Pussy's get recked dick shoved they neck No respect, you get no so he hit cha your love like a picture Ho you cant it wit cha
(CHORUS) All that shit dope might get cha (when you die) You cant it wit cha All that shit that dope 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 and locked in the bodybag What's left? after death, you dont know When you die, you meet the people you owe Death row, where we all gon' go Sell your soul to the devil get a tag on toe Oh no, no more and television Get a trip to the morgue for your final What the fuck? You dont what from what 'cause they took your dick and your nuts Man you cant it wit cha
(CHORUS) All that shit dope might get cha (when you die) You cant it wit cha All shit that dope might get cha (none of that) All that that dope might get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha