you You're nobody til somebody kills you *chorus* You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, til somebody, kills
I got, you got ta go Somebody's got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody's got to die Nobody got ta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid Verse
yourself like a man Or call on jesus when you see that warm blood on your hands If the sun ain't shining, you better try to keep breathing You won't
your tooth and nails try to fight it, try to deny it stupid you will feel what I do, I do it well shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill half a breath
Beef 3 I'm airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing voice overs Bitch ass
If I got, you got ta go Somebody's got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody's got to die Nobody got ta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid [
to say Your whole existence phony Talkin so much shit you need'a mutherfuckin breathe mint And when I hit you with that glock You'll wonder where your breathe
fuck? I got to have - Blocks to smash, lots of cash, drops and ass This is the truth, I probably die in my coupe But I bet you only bitches come to get
those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man [Bounty Killer
a nigga who ain't thinking 'bout a Trina LP And I'll make him go and get my shit We can go from a fly ass jetta to a Coupe De Ville Hotel tally ho or
just vibin' Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me They already know, how I let him go Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral How the hell a O.B.
and nails Try to fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy I shoot to kill Half a breath