Day You Die

[Chorus] From the day you're born... till the day you die If you're one of the poor ones, you just gotta work hard, you know what I mean A lot of pain, lot of sorrow, blood, sweat and tears [Verse 1] I'm like a one man crew, a one man clique Iceberg Slick, sick like horror flicks I put a burner on a heat when I [?] the street Nickel-plated poetry mad deep The intellect interacts with raps Cartel rocks well, baby, I'm strapped with gats Yo son, had to bounce cos the block was scorchin I'm camouflaged down like a Soldier Of Fortune I paralyze your mindstate Then crush your egg frame and watch your whole body break Look at yo' broke-ass clique on the corner Talkin shit about a nigga cos he does what he wanna Cousin, pull the record back counter-clock wise K-Def got the spliff lit spinnin with the red eye That's from all the lye he smoke Yo loc, time to go, Larry-O slit your throat Just for runnin your mouth you gots to fall Chill dog, no need to speedball I got everything under control Got the coke and a smoke, and we about to roll [Chorus] [Verse 2] When the Real Live arrive y'all motherfuckers slept and slipped They slept on the architect of wreck The nigga with the lucci, coochie, clothes The sniper with a rifle fuckin up foes Seriously, not deliriously Son, you could be missin mysteriously Guns run through my crew like animals in a zoo Flippin coats, sippin Moët with nothing to do Karate niggas, crushin niggas for big figures They pay the price to wear ice You rollin with scared dice The streets got no room, saturated with tools I been a major player since niggas were smokin Kools A mad felon breakin bread where murderers dwellin In the realm of chaos, duke, my pockets be swellin I don't know how to act, a 12 pack plus 20 sack Put a big fat motherfucker on his back Now understand, the man has stacked many grand And remain king, I count it till my hands turn green But I watch my back and keep my head to the sky From the day I was born till I die Motherfucker [Chorus] [Verse 3] A thug recruiter, sparkin Buddha, rap tutor Celo sharp shooter, got code crack reports in computers Discussin money makin moves, you dig With thug milionaires, entrepreneurs and the big wigs But now we lace hit after hit Bangin niggas for real on some Real Live legit shit The motherfucking pinnacle of lyrical The eye of the storm, hoes be soft and warm Plus thick, the Rolex watch he had was slick Took it to the crib piece, hit her with the "Did you know my lifestyle was wild?" broke niggas-profile You can fool 'em bitch niggas, pussy, I know your style With excellent individual evidence of bein true to the game Regardless of fame, countless G's, oz's, trees, ki's Please give up your quest, you up against the best motherfucker you ever seen While I continue to amaze with a phrase that's mean And when we put the shit together we was definitely high From the day I was born till I die Motherfucker