Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Richard A Frierson, Chauncey Lamont Hawkins
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LoonDon't Wanna Die Lyrics:
Uh check it out, yeah, let me tell you a little story
A little couple street tales, on the shit I be seeing
'Cuz yo I'm from Harlem and everyday I see shit yo
Like this, check it uh
Now here's a story 'bout a young kid
Had everything in life, never had to ask for nothing more than twice
His pops was getting his, moms was a lawyer
And his ball game almost had him draft to the hoier's
He fell in love with a chick named Latoya
But little did he know, Latoya was a hoe
Lot of shit 'bout Latoya he don't know
She fucked with some nigga named Bo who so blow
The day he found out, turned the town out
Ran up on Bo and his ass got pound out,
But yo when he came through he seen the devil in disguise
It was Bo with the devil in his eyes
Mack 11 on the side, him and seven other guys
And every last one of these niggas ready to ride
Beside the fact that this cat in the mix
Jaw all broke up but that could be fixed
Drawers all soaked up 'cuz that nigga pissed
Full force, cocked-back the rap nigga shit
Now perhaps nigga flipped or perhaps nigga cried
But deep down this nigga didn't really wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Now here's a story 'bout another nigga, by the name of Jermaine
This nigga pushing 30 and still in the game
He won't change, all he do is sniff cocaine
Recruit niggas outta school and poison they brain
I'm saying any nigga fucking with Jermaine
This nigga had you hustling in the rain
Or bust a nigga brain this dude was menacin' fact
But these dominance cats could finish him black
'Cuz he didn't finish them packs, didn't finish that weight
That kid he had picture, caught ten in the face
Him and his ace, walk round with mack ten in his waste
But pop never been a disgrace
Word to mother, he got contract killers, combat niggas
They killed up a whole fifth of conic liquor
Skipped town thinking they wouldn't harm that nigga
Found out they know where your mom's at nigga
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
The last story is Samantha, type of chick that you pamper
Got a lot of junk in her pamper, pops was a panther
Her mom's some happy camper
That thought the whole world of Samantha
Moved to Atlanta at the age of 18
Got a couple girls and they formed the A-team
Some playthings, specialize in blazing
Her and her girlfriend may ling from Beijing
They was bugged harassing the scrubs
Everybody knew 'bout Samantha and clubs
Gullable, get Samantha some drugs
And you can take her home and get Samantha some love
Back-shots, yo Samantha don't budge
Probably all the niggas that Samantha done fucked
Lotta kids, she can twist lotta ways
Till she found out she HIV positive
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
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