Paroles de Till I Die
(Fuck!) Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spreeEast side, west side, bitch, you better not fuck with me
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree (dwilly, I'm scared!)
Let that choppa—let that choppa—let that choppa—
Walk up out the door, left a note up on my dresser
They tell me everyday that life is on its way to better
But I can't seem to shake the fact that I've been getting fed up
That's why my mind is drifting to the thought of a Beretta
Got the .35 rippin' and the .45, bang, yeah
Subwoofer knockin', I'm rockin' that motherfucker for a bag, uh
Comin from nothin', I made it to richеs I tell 'em to throw out the rags, huh
'Mеmber when I was just washin' them dishes and now I be poppin' them tags
B-B-Bitch, I’m back with a black mask, any motherfucker wanna back track
Bitch, I been about it, gonna put 'em in a body bag
Body back tucked in a black van, ride for the gang until I—until I—
'Til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face
'Til I'—'til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face
Stay back if you ain't ridin' with us
Five in the mornin', I'm letting off shell, like I need more miles in the bus
And the bank got stacked, I get paid to relax
One last puff and I'm fadin' to black
Fuck around, bitch, get a fade with a MAC
In a three story crib, I ain't pay for the rent
Ge-ge-getting high, smoking swishers, don't got no time for y'all bitches
Let it bang, shit get wicked, boy a stain, he washed like dishes
'Til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face
'Til I'—'til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
East side, west side, bitch, you better not fuck with me
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them dead they on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them dead on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them dead on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them dead on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them dead on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them dead on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them—
But I can't seem to shake the fact that I've been getting fed up
That's why my mind is drifting to the thought of a Beretta
Got the .35 rippin' and the .45, bang, yeah
Subwoofer knockin', I'm rockin' that motherfucker for a bag, uh
Comin from nothin', I made it to richеs I tell 'em to throw out the rags, huh
'Mеmber when I was just washin' them dishes and now I be poppin' them tags
B-B-Bitch, I’m back with a black mask, any motherfucker wanna back track
Bitch, I been about it, gonna put 'em in a body bag
Body back tucked in a black van, ride for the gang until I—until I—
'Til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face
'Til I'—'til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face
Stay back if you ain't ridin' with us
Five in the mornin', I'm letting off shell, like I need more miles in the bus
And the bank got stacked, I get paid to relax
One last puff and I'm fadin' to black
Fuck around, bitch, get a fade with a MAC
In a three story crib, I ain't pay for the rent
Ge-ge-getting high, smoking swishers, don't got no time for y'all bitches
Let it bang, shit get wicked, boy a stain, he washed like dishes
'Til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face
'Til I'—'til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
East side, west side, bitch, you better not fuck with me
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them dead they on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them dead on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them dead on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them dead on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them dead on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them dead on the street
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
Let that choppa fly, bitch, leave them—
