Willing to Die - St. John

Composed by：Bob Mair/Nick Vincent/Richard A. Trapp

Yeah yeah

Come on

Check it

Yeah

For the brothers at my side id be willin' to die

Getting high all the time id be willin' to die

We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime

For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

I been dying to try see this look in my eye

First lesson in the street can't compete with me

Lookin' hard little gangsta making me look over my shoulder

Bumpin' a range rover with the bulletproof glas

Had to get that hook up things in my past

Bound to catch up to me man I might not last

Makin' suckas bleed lean out the window and blast

Don't try to sneak up man I think too fast

I hope they come undercover man I'll say self

Defense

Looking at my life I can't claim innocence

It came and it went much money been spent

Many wigs been bent back and twisted with the lethal

Times up game over ain't no sequel

Ain't no such thing as evil it's do or die

Gangsta hustler a piece of the pie

For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die

Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die

We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime

For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

Ever since I was a shorty on the corner drinking forty's

Clockin' mathematics movin' weight like an addict

Had my boys posted up stoop one and two

If some chickens walk by scoop two or one

Take out the back and then show 'em my gun

Ice around my neck make you blind from the sun

What kind a high you need I'll let you try some son

So many enemies anyone could be one

Come and try if you wanna die

I'll make you wonder why I ride if I wanna ride

Kill you by the bedside don't you see I'm dead right

See the one that make the lead fly down at

Midnight sneakin' up on suckas if you ain't got the cash

Right say something son beat that as with a flashlight

Run sucka run I'm the one with ammunition

Dumb sucka dumb you got the wrong intuition

For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die

Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die

We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime

For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

Come on and try yeah yeah what's up

If you wonder die

Make you say what's up

Make you wonder why

Make you wonder why

I ride if I wanna ride

Yeah you know that's right

Kill you by the bedside

Yeah sneck up right that

Don't you see I'm dead right

Yeah I'm make you see

I'm the one that make the lead fly down at

Midnight

What yeah

What

What

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For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die

Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die

We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime

For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die

For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die

Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die

We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime

For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die