V. Nova - You Died (feat. Uncle Murda)

Soh Dope
Serious man
A yo Murda
How these niggas talking bout getting all this coke money
And they couldn't even sell a dream
Fuck outta here nigga You died
You should've been a cop fuck hip-hop
With that freestyle you're bound to get shot
Spitting that weak shit
You're bound to get dropped
Two weeks after you flop
You be bragging a lot
You be sneak jabbing a lot
Me and my niggas love it
We won't think nothing of it when we shatter your top
You dirty ass nigga
Chasing after them thots
I'll be waiting after your show if I really wanted you popped
Far as the flow I'm everything you not
Did you hear that clear I'm everything You not
A lot of y'all niggas I begot
Birthed you fed you
Burped you and forgot
Call the coroner motherfucka you died
You ain't the king of New York nigga you lied
As soon as drama pop you castle and go inside
If you can't beat em
Well nigga you coincide
If you're married to the game I guess I'm fuckin your bride
You feeling some type of way
I guess I'm fuckin your pride
You moving some type of weight
I'm guess you stuck in your lies
And I'm the truth Who else fuckin with I huh
Villa what up
East New York
Woa
You should've been a cop fuck hip-hop
With that freestyle you bound to get shot
Huh
You gon rat You ain't gon ride nigga
Go suck on a cop dick and die nigga
You getting money That's a lie nigga
Your kids look like bums They never fly nigga
Your best song ain't better than my skit
Your main bitch let everybody hit
And you know about it It's fuckin with your pride
You sucker for love You feeling like you died
Me I'm feeling so alive
Get them bricks for 22
Sell em for 45
Mask on gloves on before I catch a body
I used to catch niggas sleeping in them project lobbies
Fuck boys ain't gon like this shit
I'll shoot a nigga for Villa on some Cypress shit

Written by:
Avishalom Levi

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