Yo, yeah, there was I wanted to say, oh yeah, yo (CHORUS) All shit that dope might get cha (when you die) You cant it wit cha All shit that dope might get cha (so give it up) All that shit that dope get cha (when you die) You cant it wit cha All that that dope might get cha (so listen to this shit)
niggaz like money, car's, pussy ho Pockets on swole true's and vogue's You sell your soul as the is tole a hold on a bitch lookin like Envogue So ya slang em, gangbang em, nuts 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 that sit on a Gettin high till you die 'cause that's the way you But on the real, I give a fuck what you got it dont mean shit when yo ass get shot Why not, most niggaz plot the gloc And only go pop piggety pop pop pop You just cant it if they comin to get cha And oh yeah, you cant it wit cha
(CHORUS) All shit that dope might get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha All that that dope might get cha (none of that) All that shit that dope get cha (when you die) You cant it wit cha
You get you a house, a woman, and maybe a baby If you go crazy first And tell me what's worse broke or a hearse (huh) is a black man's curse, but still We got to have bills, 'cause if I cant see it then the shit aint Where I live, heaven 24-7 No for the city of dope It aint no heaven, god dont like my 'cause my hood is hell and it aint no Got money to the oh what a feelin O.G. dealin, Caps get and next want checks for some sex Pussy's get recked dick shoved they neck No respect, you get no so he hit cha Snap your like a picture Ho you cant it wit cha
(CHORUS) All that shit that dope get cha (when you die) You cant it wit cha All shit that dope might get cha (none of that) All that shit that 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 life ever had Get and locked in the bodybag What's left? Life after death, you dont When you die, you might meet the you owe Death row, that's where we all go Sell your to the devil get a tag on your toe Oh no, no bitches and television Get a to the morgue for your final circumsision What the fuck? You dont know from what 'cause they even took your dick and your Man you cant it wit cha
(CHORUS) All that shit dope might get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha All that shit that dope get cha (none of that) All that shit that dope get cha (when you die) You take it wit cha