[Verse 1: Bun B]
Will you live? Or will you die?
Dig in the dirt, or reach for the sky?
Take it like a man, or hold out and cry?
Well it's about to be a murder, motherfucker
And I think I know why
I ain't no punk, ain't ever been
So how in the fuck you think [?] so funny I ain't even laugh
[?] I'm bout to stick my staff in your ass
Partner, 2 blows, don't give a damb
[?] do more than [?]
Player haters, busters and bitches get [?]
[?]
As for snitches, nothing but rats and snakes in the grass
They get stiches, coming from [?] breaking your ass
Fool, that's how we do it till the end
From the villa of the trilla
To a killer, life has no meaning
[Chorus: Bun B & Kilo-G]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
[?] I'd rather [?]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
On the triller, [?] deal with ya
[Verse 2: Kilo-G]
Goochy goochy, gaga, nigga they call me da-da
[?] down to do what I gotta do
So if I let it kill [?] no cap
[?]
I thought you knew that you was fucking with a cold blooded nigga
I told you hoes in 92 I'll be your grave digger
But fuck that paper, I'll take you another place
[?]
[?] cause your life don't really mean shit to me
Like when I broke a chunk, [?]
2 rounds thump from the AK
I couldn't believe this punk was busting [?]
And yes you know I'm taking over shit
So don't try to play a nigga like a ho and shit
[?] clip in, and I went to trippin
On his ass, let my Ruger go, blast twice
[?]
Then I came from out the back and [?]
There I was, face to face with my would be killer
Picked up the [?]
And you know what kind of holder ain't gang banging
And you know what kind of holder ain't gang banging
Will you live? Or will you die?
Dig in the dirt, or reach for the sky?
Take it like a man, or hold out and cry?
Well it's about to be a murder, motherfucker
And I think I know why
I ain't no punk, ain't ever been
So how in the fuck you think [?] so funny I ain't even laugh
[?] I'm bout to stick my staff in your ass
Partner, 2 blows, don't give a damb
[?] do more than [?]
Player haters, busters and bitches get [?]
[?]
As for snitches, nothing but rats and snakes in the grass
They get stiches, coming from [?] breaking your ass
Fool, that's how we do it till the end
From the villa of the trilla
To a killer, life has no meaning
[Chorus: Bun B & Kilo-G]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
[?] I'd rather [?]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
On the triller, [?] deal with ya
[Verse 2: Kilo-G]
Goochy goochy, gaga, nigga they call me da-da
[?] down to do what I gotta do
So if I let it kill [?] no cap
[?]
I thought you knew that you was fucking with a cold blooded nigga
I told you hoes in 92 I'll be your grave digger
But fuck that paper, I'll take you another place
[?]
[?] cause your life don't really mean shit to me
Like when I broke a chunk, [?]
2 rounds thump from the AK
I couldn't believe this punk was busting [?]
And yes you know I'm taking over shit
So don't try to play a nigga like a ho and shit
[?] clip in, and I went to trippin
On his ass, let my Ruger go, blast twice
[?]
Then I came from out the back and [?]
There I was, face to face with my would be killer
Picked up the [?]
And you know what kind of holder ain't gang banging
And you know what kind of holder ain't gang banging
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