Songtext von Death Day

{*to the IN DA CLUB beat*} Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go This is an exclusive, it's your death day We gonna party like it's your death day Now we bringin' the boys again the boy should win The stroy is told over and over again What the fuck is you doped up my whole team toys with tools I got a combustable notebook and a poison pen Upon game the boy can scrap flows LeBron James Like a young man among boys of rap, and he's back To clean house ( yeah ) so shut the fuck up Steve Stoute said I was wack he bout to shut the fuck up ( yeah ) How riviting am I? I'm living inside my cynical mind Spillin' my nine a clumsy killer that's comfy with criminal ties Really the city is mine Me and Eminem liek Diddy and Shyne ( So ) We 'bout to put the game in a chicken wang Regardless your artists are surrounded like a picture frame ( and I ) Can look in the future and see better days Im a gangsta twenty-four hours and seven days And YES is my mentality you want beef with us YES is our mentality YES It's your death day We gonna party like it's your death day You want beef with 5'9'' it's your death day You wanna get slapped right now it's your death day I want just slap ya I'll shot ya after Who's the sickest rapper? It's your death day ( yeah ) Exclusive Only for my niggaz Holla Back!