Die Tonight

[Verse 1] So when it's over, we demanding our weapons Stop, cock, shoot, now I'm in the ghost of perfections Smooth Willie chilling with his Spartans Fart in front of your bitch, squeeze her tits, move aside, pardon Paid niggas don't talk, just straight to the bar Buy the whole shit out, then light up a bark Colorful kings, wardrobes is different from yours You don't want no beef, better take it to Moe's Put the drink on the side and say what My mans with the turban on, mouth froze Y'all niggas is fucked He was my son out of Gun Hill, I know him through Tec If it's the last thing we do, we gon get at his neck Bartender, give me the check Keep him right here, I'll be back Now everybody knowing I'm connected Hopped in a 7, left 57 of my wolves This is personal, niggas don't fret Ay yo [Hook] One more man gon die tonight One more hand gon ride tonight If it's a m on the table, I'm down Yo, don't be yapping off at the mouth When niggas don't see dude around [Verse 2] We in Kentucky Fried, lucky guy Him and his kid From the first, bite a bullet woulda flew through his wig Be smooth, chill, wait for the kids Older nigga not that stupid to see the gun on his rib Fuck it, catch him by the crib Yo, he live with his wiz She the bow-legged stripper bitch we fingered in Liv For a buck, she would guzzle your kids And let you kick a tall-boy Heineken up in the shit This wack-ass nigga fronting, yap about bids Behind the walls, niggas pissed on him, gave him the biz Just a tough guy fronting cause he famous and shit Back in '89, baby crimes, rape and some shit We should have killed him then He dusted, look at his bib I should have milked him right there and then Fuck it, son, yo, guzzle the gin Let's make the movie occur To blow up in a Spur, yelling win [Hook]