Life Or Death Lyrics

[Intro]
(It be live in this muthaf*cka, Terk)
Ha, Goonrich, nigga
I got a short temper, nigga, huh
And we pullin' triggas, nigga
Ha, (Ayy, Terk), don't get, (Sparkheem) ha

[Hook]
Life or death situation
Make a left, make a right, 'cause they fakin'
Hop out the car, young nigga, chase 'em
I'm killin' niggas, man, I feel like I'm Jason
I'm from the hood, roaches, the vacants
Construction worker, bitch, I came from the pavement
Got a new phone, shit was delayin'
Rule number one, you gotta have a plan
I'm stuck in the streets, I got cuts on my hand
I'm servin' hard drugs, I'm servin' that tan
He might seem real, but he ain't your man
He would've died, but that shit jammed
Too many racks and I'm doin' my dance
I know a real nigga that kill for a band
You think you a man with that gun in your hand
Them 7.62's, when we hop out that van

[Verse]
'Bout to get a AP, I don't know the time
Got a real bad bitch and you know she a dime
And I be off them drugs and I play with her mind
When I get home, bitch, I'ma break your spine
These hot ass niggas keep droppin' them dimes
Old rappin' ass niggas join 64 live
Don't play with Goonrich, man, your ass gon' die
And I never forget I'ma send you to the sky
All them niggas bluffin', we the real homicide
You look at Goonew, see the pain in my eyes
These niggas crazy, think that shit is gon' slide
Yeah, I got shot, but it wasn't my time
That boy hidin', but that nigga gon' die
This not a diss song, I'm statin' some facts It's pack in the air, but I'm smokin' on [?]
Them dirty ass niggas, they smokin' on jacks
Uh, go, my goons on attack
Your girlfriend a whore, she got hit from the back
Slide on them niggas then we double back
I f*cked up my finger, got too many racks
I got a thirty-three, fifty attached
After this tape, might get on a jet
Been fightin' my body, I need me a rest
If I sign me a deal, guarantee it's a check
Uh, Big 64, bitch, you know what I rep
If you f*ck with the opps then I'm takin' a step
I'm sippin' that drank, mixin' Wock' with the 'Tech
And bitch, I'm a goon, that shit on my neck
I'm smokin' on opps, but you know the rest
I stay with my dog, I'm makin' 'em fetch
I been on the stove, I get into that
Got too many hustles, I need me a check
[Hook]
Life or death situation
Make a left, make a right, 'cause they fakin'
Hop out the car, young nigga, chase 'em
I'm killin' niggas, man, I feel like I'm Jason
I'm from the hood, roaches, the vacants
Construction worker, bitch, I came from the pavement
Got a new phone, shit was delayin'
Rule number one, you gotta have a plan
I'm stuck in the streets, I got cuts on my hand
I'm servin' hard drugs, I'm servin' that tan
He might seem real, but he ain't your man
He would've died, but that shit jammed
Too many racks and I'm doin' my dance
I know a real nigga that kill for a band
You think you a man with that gun in your hand
Them 7.62's, when we hop out that van

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