Don't Wanna Die Songtext
von Loon

Uh, check it out, yeah
Let me tell you a little story
A little couple street tales, ya know
The shit I be seein′
Cause yo, I'm from Harlem
And everyday, I see shit yo
It′s just, check it out

Yo, here's a story about a young kid
Had everything in life
Never had to ask for nothing more than twice
His pops was gettin' it, moms was a lawyer
In this ball game, almost got him drafted to the Hoyas

He fell in love with this chick named Latoya
But little did he know, Toya was a ho
Lot of shit about Latoya he don′t know
She fucked with some nigga named Bo who sold blow
But the day he found out
Turned the town out


Ran up on Bo and his ass got pound out
But yo, when he came through
He seen the devil in disguise
It was Bo with the devil in his eyes
Mac-11 on his side
Him and seven other guys
And every last one of these niggas ready to ride
Besides, the fact that this cat in the mix
His jaw all broke up, but that could be fixed

Jaws all soaked up, cause that nigga pissed

Four-four′s cocked back to wrap niggas shit
Now perhaps nigga flip, or perhaps nigga cry
But deep down, this nigga didn't really wanna die

Niggas get a little bit of loot
Then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs
But they really don′t wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot
And then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs
But they really don't wanna die

Uh, yeah, uh

Now here′s a story about another nigga

By the name of Jermaine

This nigga pushin' thirty and still in the game


He won′t change, all he do is sniff cocaine
Recruit niggas outta school and poison they brain
I'm sayin', any nigga fuckin′ with Jermaine
This nigga have you hustlin′ in rain
Or bust a nigga brain
This duke was a menace in fact
But these Dominican cats will finish him, black
Cause he didn't finish them packs, didn′t finish that weight
The kid he had picture, caught ten in the face
Him and his ace walkin' round with Mac-10 in they waist

But pops never been in disgrace
Word to mother, he got contract killers
Combat niggas, they kill off a whole fifth of cognac liquor
Skip town, thinkin′ they wouldn't harm that nigga
Found out they know where your mom′s at, nigga

Niggas get a little bit of loot
Then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs
But they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot
And then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs
But they really don't wanna die

The last story, Samantha
Type of chick that you pamper
Got a lot of junk in her Pamper
Pops was a Panther
Her moms some happy camper
That thought the whole world is Samantha
Moved to Atlanta

At the age of eighteen
Got a couple girls and they formed the A-team
Some playthings, specialize in blazin′
And her girlfriend Maylene from Beijing
They was bugged, harassin′ the scrubs
Everybody knew about Samantha in clubs

Gullible, give Samantha some drugs
And you can take her home, give Samantha some love

Back shots show Samantha don't budge
Prolly all the niggas that Samantha done fucked
Lot of kids, she done twist lot of wigs
Til she found out she H-I-V positive

Niggas get a little bit of loot
Then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs
But they really don′t wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot
And then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs
But they really don't wanna die

Niggas get a little bit of loot
Then think they fly

Then they wanna claim they thugs
But they really don′t wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot
And then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs
But they really don't wanna die