Dying With Your Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a motherf**ker with his cards down Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin' hard now These motherf**kin' cops be plantin' shit on these niggas Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger I just can't get no peace from you motherf**kin' rollers Every time I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over I'm sick of motherf**kers who be jocking Whitey's coattails Blacker than a motherf**ker, sweat me 'bout my dope-sales Niggas just take your cut and get your a*s up out my face The only thing you probably get from me is a cock-s*ckin' pistol case Unless you plan on plantin' a lil' somethin' in my shit Just because you ain't got shit, bitch Give 'em a badge and a trigger and that makes 'em figure That they can f**k with a million dollar nigga They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shookin' Indo Gettin' f**ked up in the gank-hole The only way you'll whip that motherf**ker Is when you whip that motherf**ker And we choke the motherf**ker (Man, f**k that motherf**ker) So when you hear my song and wanna get it on You better come prepared motherf**ker You dyin' wit'cha boots on (Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots) Dyin' wit'cha boots on (Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots) Yeah Do you know how many years you're facing inside? 25 to life and that's on the real So you better snitch on your partner f**k that, it was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin' out by myself Niggas gettin' caught, doin' time, so they snitchin' They pickin' niggas up on a funky a*s suspicion We'll be goin' down for some questioning we think And end up gettin' hit with the f**kin' kitchen sink Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin wondering If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them Just because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter We'll sell each other out and start rattin' on our partners They start bringin' up shit that happened back in '85 And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they f**kin' time You might as well play the state 'cause you gon' do day for day And sellin' out your homeboys ain't the shit 'Cause y'all gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch Lobbin' wit'cha white suits on And dyin' wit'cha motherf**kin' boots on (Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)