Busta Rhymes - Die Too Soon Lyrics
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    Die Too Soon

    [Intro: DJ Quik]
    Compton's in the motherfuckin' house
    Look

    [Verse 1: DJ Quik, Busta Rhymes]
    Now Busta-Bust he like the David Blane of hip-hop (Come here just watch)
    An X to the Z, I backpack it, y'all niggas stop (Yo, yo)
    We asphalt, not clay, not dust (Yo)
    I put my money where my mouth is, y'all just trust (Ooh)
    This a real game, motherfuckers, and I'm playing this well (Yeah)
    I'm an analog, you a hologram, you ain't that real (Yo, yo)
    You ain't the truth, you ain't even know how to begin
    The real fly game swatter, you can't win
    I've been PI since I was knee-high (Yup)
    Spending money since 4 years old
    Let the truth be told (Yo, yo)
    Y'all proof, pull the sunroof
    When I bubble, it's an overflow
    Left and right wrist like overload
    Now I'm 5'4" nigga (Vroom), double R right
    I'm rough on the boulevard (Yeah), I do it hard (Yo, yo) even with a hit on my head
    I still shine, spit on the red
    I'm fly, nigga, 'til I'm bred and I'm dead, yeah

    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
    So tell 'em welcome back to one of these
    Niggas know that they fucking around with real Gs
    Who you think you are?
    Bass heavy all in my truck
    That be the gangster shit, I stay banging up in my car
    Shot the front nigga, you fuck around and just make a nigga cock up and I clap up the broom
    Act dumb and you can be one of the young niggas that your peeps be saying "Die too soon"
    Ayo (Flipmode nigga)

    [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
    When I step up in the club bitches trying to hug me
    So sick baby mothers still trying to fuck me
    See, we move past diesel like we stocking the [?]
    I'm the nicest in this bitch, swamp cocky as fuck
    Fuck rap, a lot of drug money stacking insane
    Compton got a couple bricks from quick and gain
    Thought a stomp and couple clicks to you niggas is lame
    Like you could fuck with Aftermath, bitch I'll weaken your frame
    Then I pumped y'all niggas bladder 'til we watching your piece build
    Blood mixture killing niggas at free will
    I say thou shit too immoral my brother
    Throwing a bachelor party for my homie fucking your mother
    So married to the game, bitch, whenever we build
    My nigga Game, he like to spaz, I try to tell him to chill
    Fuck you, see my goons will rush your resident fast
    No matter how much dough you got, we whip the president ass
    Break a bottle, cut your jugular, you niggas is dead

    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
    So tell 'em welcome back to one of these
    Niggas know that they fucking around with real Gs
    Who you think you are?
    Bass heavy all in my truck
    That be the gangster shit, I stay banging up in my car
    Shot the front nigga, you fuck around and just make a nigga cock up and I clap up the broom
    Act dumb and you can be one of the young niggas that your peeps be saying "Die too soon"
    Flipmode

    [Verse 3: The Game]
    I don't do much, shit on the block in that Lavender Range
    For fiends, pass 'em the 'caine
    Y'all niggas is lame
    Y'all ain't really want beef with The Game
    Give 'em 100 thou, easiest pain
    But, motherfucker, that ain't your Navy 6
    All you do is drive JAY-Z shit
    Nigga you ain't hardcore
    Nigga you ain't ever won no warzone
    You still behind Dame while he was thanking the lord
    You a fad, nigga you know your rhymes ain't ill
    In state property the closest you ever been to a mil'
    You ain't hot with that wack ass album you dropped
    The whole Roc know Beans came and take your spot
    You a joke, text right for Russell and Hov
    Why you think they keep you around when you only would go
    Yo kid, know who let 'em but the B-I in bitch
    Faggot couldn't sell a record with TI and Trick Daddy
    Nigga talk that shit, I crush him
    And this ain't nothing to do with Quik and Busta

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