Dying with Your Boots On (Mixed) (Explicit) (Mixed|Explicit)

Trouble seems to catch a motherf**ker with his cards down

Gotta keep my drawers up s**t's getting hard now

These motherf**king cops be planting s**t on these n***as

Simply because these n***as got bank accounts that's bigger

I just can't get no peace from you motherf**king rollers

Every time I pull my benz o out you pull me over

I'm sick of motherf**kers who be jocking whitey's coattails

Blacker than a motherf**ker sweat me 'bout my d**e sales

N***as just take your cut and get your a*s up out my face

The only thing you probably get from me is a cock sucking pistol case

Unless you plan on planting a lil' something in my s**t

Just because you ain't got s**t b***h

Give 'em a badge and a trigger and that makes 'em figure

That they can f**k with a million dollar n***a

They got you mixed up fixed up at the segas shooking indo

Getting f**ked up in the gank hole

The only way you'll whip that motherf**ker

Is when you whip that motherf**ker

And we choke the motherf**ker

Man f**k that motherf**ker

So when you hear my song and wanna get it on

You better come prepared motherf**ker

You dying wit'cha boots on

Put ya foot in my shoe and let me try on your boots

Dying wit'cha boots on

Put ya foot in my shoe and let me try on your boots

Yeah

Do you know how many years you're facing inside

25 to life and that's on the real

So you better snitch on your partner

F**k that it was brad dawg I ain't going out by myself

N***as getting caught doing time so they snitching

They picking n***as up on a funky a*s suspicion

We'll be going down for some questioning we think

And end up getting hit with the f**king kitchen sink

Racketeer and laundering kingpin wondering

If they got some unsolved murders then give him some of them

Just because we're n***as and they figure we're no smarter

We'll sell each other out and start ratting on our partners

They start bringing up s**t that happened back in '85

And then comes the largest jury b***h they f**king time

You might as well play the state 'cause you gon' do day for day

And selling out your homeboys ain't the s**t

'Cause y'all gonna have to die in this b***h b***h

Lobbing wit'cha white suits on

And dying wit'cha motherf**king boots on

Put ya foot in my shoe and let me try on your boots

Put ya foot in my shoe and let me try on your boots

Put ya foot in my shoe and let me try on your boots

Put ya foot in my shoe and let me try on your boots