Died And Came Back

Lyrics

[Young Buck Talking]
 If i should die before i wake
 Lord Please my soul you'll take
 eh eh pass that blunt
 Man i ain't even asked for this shit
 man this the realest shit i ever wrote though
 But you know, i guess im thuggin it up
 [Verse 1]
 Theres no way i can hide it, you can see the pain in my eyes
 I ain't thinkin' 'bout college to busy tryin to stay alive
 They done cut the water off and i ain't tryin' to see the lights go
 Even little shit like 5 dollars i'ma fight fo'
 My sisters only twelve and shes pregnant with a baby
 My brothers goin' to jail and my mama's goin' crazy
 I'm all by my self, mutha fuck my old lady
 Cause soon no money left, she was fuckin' niggas daily
 We already in hell Lord please can you save me
 Im ridin' with a 12 guage i know these niggas hate me
 I got a few birds and a few words for you niggas on the street
 Im swervin' in excursions i know you heard of me
 I got them mad at me, I hit the block cop drop that nigga bad ain't he
 We sell rocks, bust glocks and keep our rags hangin'
 Thug Niggas shootin they cops, Look we ain't playin'
 Anywhere sittin on shops
 [Chorus]
 I wonder if i died and came back
 Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
 Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
 theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
 I knooowwwww
 I wonder if i died and came back
 Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
 Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
 theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
 I knooowwwww
 [Verse 2]
 You got me ain't havin bitches in the hood
 Theres snitches in the hood
 My suggestion to you niggas start gettin it while its good
 If you crawl for your ball, learn the game
 Know the things that'll get you knocked off cause niggas out here ain't playin'
 Bein' real done popped off, 2? in this home
 Got me way in New York 'bout to run up in your home
 Im way up your floor, get my money and im gone
 And if he payed me on time then we wouldn't have to show em'
 But they got a place for him like they got a place for me
 Maybe we'll meet again, we'll jsut have to wait and see
 Thug niggas, i love killers who cock it back and bust
 Remember me i used to smoke weed on the school bus
 Nigga what, Nigga who, Nigga what you gon' do
 Im Young Buck, now move and let me come through
 Is it true before you die do you really see it comin'
 Do the hardest nigga cry and start runnin'
 [Chorus]
 I wonder if i died and came back
 Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
 Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
 theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
 I knooowwwww
 I wonder if i died and came back
 Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
 Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
 theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
 I knooowwwww
 [Verse 3]
 Polititians is bullshittin and really Bill Clinton is the
 closest we getting to ever having a black president
 Still i feel heaven sentin, Tryin to walk with my head up
 Cause now we got this anthrax shit to be scared of
 Nobody prepared us for this
 All they said was make sure you watch the news at six
 And we feeding all these other countrys
 What about that old man eatin out the fuckin' dumpster
 Oh you don't know him but everything goes up must come down
 One love to all projects that got torn down
 Im ridin' with God, me and my sqaud nigga U.T.P
 I'm ballin but just remember how it used to be
 So regardless never let nothing come between
 Our family, our money, our dream
 And even when it seems like its all over
 From Tennessee to the Macknoya
 We gunna ball till we fall
 [Chorus]
 I wonder if i died and came back
 Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
 Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
 theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
 I knooowwwww
 I wonder if i died and came back
 Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
 Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
 theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
 I knooowwwww
 I wonder if i died and came back
 Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
 Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
 theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
 I knooowwwww
 I wonder if i died and came back
 Would God still make a nigga stay here and slang crack
 Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat
 theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that
 I knooowwwww

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Song Details

Duration
04:13
Key
7
Tempo
88 BPM

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