Morire Da Solo (Die Alone) Andre Nickatina & Equipto

Andre:

Man ima die alone, lonely with a hole in my soul
Sorta like poker when you fold, wearin hot furs in the cold
Man ima die alone, you feel the greed all in my bones
Excuse my religion for the cash, how long will it last?
I see the future in my weed bag, man ima die alone
The bitches even said on the phone, im in the zone in my own home
I spit it like a cobra, im right over yah shoulda
My zodiac signs in yah mind till it's ova
Man ima die alone, man i can feel the hands of the gods
They come when i open tha koran, cause even when i'm gone
Man get an ipod, man it'll let you know that im a kappa not a don
Man god khan, i spent years like my last days here
I work it from the back, to the front, to the rear
Yes dear a real rap cats in the buildin before i leave
Tell me how yah feelin, man ima die alone

Equipto:

You can't creamate me down to the ashes
Don't wanna see my momma cryin' over a casket
Now fast i like man my life's like a party
Envisions of me diein like im were cindy and marchy(?)
I was real deal razor, playin through all the drama
From coke deals high heels all of the karma, comin back
Every breath fufilling a slow death
Although you know i can't expect anythin less
I was the front line just to fight your battle
Like the chay at the bay, it's just me and my shadow
I handle it till im gone, and old with arthritis
The grinds and the hustles drugs and all nightas
I went through all the static, hoes and automatic
Back to back cravin the bad habit, drugs
You know ima tell it all on the microphone
And i feel it in my heart ima die alone