Intro:
Always ever, all days, death be
Hook:
Always ever, all day, death before dishonor
Comin' back as long as I can still see, if you got static fuck tryin' to steal me, shit, you gon' have to kill me
If somebody start cappin, ain't no tellin' what can happen once my emotions erupt
If shots make me duck, that’s when I'mma have to fuck you up
(Verse 1)
It's like, ("Uh, ah!") Muthafucka can't fight the feelin', the way I'mma fuck him
Have an orgasm, before the morgue has him, killed him as if a four-five (4-5) bucked him, talk about
A man being scared, I done killed him, he dead in his tomb, still shakin’, hit him
In his body, and his head, now he found up in heaven, with the wound still achin', I wonder
If his voice still breakin', better be cause I readily, hit him with gats and styles, that's heavily
Armed and dangerous and dead-ill-ly, them ahead of me receive two holes, like a letter ‘B’
Better you instead of me, break our peace, can increase your chances
To delete your advances, if it’s faint, I can paint this piece on canvas
With a paint brush that a nigga can't trust, like a god, so I can't rush, won't crush
If you ever heard about a crew that can't bust, then muthafucka it ain't us,don’t touch
A mic or a gun, if you ain't gonna use it, do it, claimin’ your weapons and tecs
And you gonna be ejecting fluid, prove it, cause no matter who it -
Is, K-Town and Westside’ll leave a bitch, sheddin’ tears
The young kill everyday, the old itchin’ to kill, ‘cause they ain't left nigga, dead in years
Shoot him dead in his (head),this style of flow, is a verbal Calico, make a chest ripple
They get a call from the sky, if they all don’t die, better leave the rest crippled,(always ever, all day, death...)
Hook 2:
...Before dishonor, comin' back as long as I can
Still see if you got static, fuck tryin' to steal me, shit, you gon' have to kill me
If somebody start cappin, ain't no tellin' what can happen once my emotions erupt
If shots make me duck, that’s when I'mma have to, fuck you up(always ever, all day, death be)
Hook 3:
....For dishonor, comin' back as long as I can
Still see if you got static, fuck tryin' to steal me, shit, you gon' have to kill me
If somebody start cappin, ain't no tellin' what can happen, once my emotions erupt
If the shots make me duck, that’s when I'mma have to, fuck you up
(Verse 2)
Life is priceless, if you try to take mine, leavin’ muthafuckaz cold, as a crisis
With a technique as old as Isis, and mics as my control devices
Or, do I gotta get off into some nigga shit? Show the bigger dick , with a thicker clique
That'd be hazardous, if I let the trigger click,you don’t benefit, if a nigga get
Off on the rage, even if it’s just a little bit, so go’on with the riddle shit
If you got something to stress, then get it off your chest, and we can take it to the middle, bitch and go on
Get it on, and I bet you that the outcome, is that I'm leavin’ niggas outdone, cut up
Bullets hard to see a muthafucka outrun, just because he let his mouth run, shut up
And sit back if you know what's good for you, I can still overthrow you
I don’t give a fuck about the fact, that the hood know you, don’t make a nigga have to show you
That I’mma die, before I let you make an ass of me, snap as if you took a blast at me, and cause tragedy
That was how it was, that was how it is, and that's the way it has to be,(always ever, all day, death be...)
Hook 3:
...For dishonor, comin' back as long as I can
Still see if you got static, fuck tryin' to steal me, shit, you gon' have to kill me
If somebody start cappin, ain't no tellin' what can happen once my emotions erupt
If shots make me duck, that’s when I'mma have to, fuck you up(always ever, all day, death be...)
Hook 4:
...For dishonor, comin' back as long as I can
Still see if you got static, fuck tryin' to steal me, shit, you gon' have to kill me
If somebody start cappin, ain't no tellin' what can happen, once my emotions erupt
If the shots make me duck, that’s when I'mma have to, fuck you up,it's like, ("Uh, ah!”)
(Verse 3)
Sit back and let the shit I say marinate, I pull the stage curtain back
Like Norman Bates, performin’ hate, smokin’ on some reefer, preparin’ fate
It's a constant scuffle for us, White boys with the shit, hittin’ licks in the hustle for us, my nigga
Lucky, made him bleed for months, if you proceed to bust, if you a different type of breed from us
So petty niggas, ya’ll need to hush, two straight to you brain’ll, mean pain’s inflicted
Even if it ain't thangz, a joint point-blank range, ’til my brain is wicked
Ain't even lived out a quarter of your lifetime, tryin’ to push product
And ain't servin’ the right kind, ain't strivin’ to write rhymes, but I’mma straighten yo’ life-line
Through the pipeline, of a vocal combustion, plus I’m with killers
Jaw stealers, flow builder rushin’ parties, bloody body, chillers
Pretty casket fillers, cause these niggas got their shit together
We campaign the Creator's Way, it don’t gotta be on, but then again, whatever!(Always ever, all day, death...)
(Hook 2x)
