Die - Willie D

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die!

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die!

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die!

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die!

---- Willie D

Cause I’m sick of the weak-ass shit you’ve been saying

I’m sick of the weak-ass shit you’ve been playing

Make me wanna shoot my radio out

But I won’t do such, because it costs too much

But I will do, is give you something brand new

For the DJ’s, emcees and fans too

Some say I’m not mobbing

But look around, count how many heads are bobbing

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die!

---- Willie D

All I have in this world ---------- Al Pacino as Tony Montana

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die!

---- Willie D

All I have in this world ---------- Al Pacino as Tony Montana

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die!

---- Willie D

All I have in this world ---------- Al Pacino as Tony Montana

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die!

---- Willie D

All I have in this world ---------- Al Pacino as Tony Montana

I’ve heard your new song on the radio

Hated that shit, cause it sounded like a demo

Now if you’re so pro-black, punk bitch

Stop getting them white boys to mix your shit

You get a nigga like Crazy C

And your shit won’t sound so sloppy

I know you hate what I said

But if you run up, I’ll put a gun upside your fucking head

Cause homeboy, I don’t love you

You get your mama, or somebody else to feel sorry for you

Put your rhymes in a casket, dig a bed

Bury your heads, cause that shit’s dead

I needed something that was holding

So I’ve called New Orleans, and caught up with Rollin

He said he had a boy who can play the piano

His name was Gold Finger, so this ain’t a sample

Big Loc made the bass-line groove

He got paid, to sign with Stick-N-Move

So you better find some new ideas

And stay the fuck away from here

Now, tell your so-called super dope producers

You need to stop fucking with losers

And get yourself some juice

Call yourself a producer but ain’t never produced

(All I have in this world)

Saw you stepping like a penguin;

this ain’t Ringling

So you and your crew, can suck a mean one

Old School beats get ruined

Cause motherfuckers like you be putting weak-ass rhymes to 'em

I can’t help cause your bass don’t boom

Your drums don’t kick, and your horns are out of tune

Make a nigga just lose respect

Push 'stop', 'eject', and snatch your shit out the tape deck

Cause your lyrics are way out

You should’ve stayed out, four tracks done played out

Your production is booty, bro, save enough money

So you can work out of the studio, then practice on your vocals

And stop acting like you’re universal, when you’re local

So take your whack-ass style, your whack-ass songs

Your whack-ass girl, and take your whack-ass home

Yeah, this goes out to all you wanna-be, ain’t-never-gonna-be-shit

Rappers on a local scene acting like you’re all that

Jealous-ass, ain’t paid no motherfucking dues

Ain’t sold no motherfucking records (All I have in this world)

But run around with T-Shirts with your name on 'em

Yeah, you whores don’t try to be friend with a nigga

Cause that big shit will get your wig split

All I have in this world ---------- Al Pacino as Tony Montana

All I have in this world ---------- Al Pacino as Tony Montana

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die!

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die!

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die!

---- Willie D

Heeeeyyyy!

(four knocks on wall) Turn that shit down!