I don't wanna die I don't wanna die Hey, I don't wanna die Can you hear me? I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna die DIe, die, die, die,
Translation: 8ball. I Don't Wanna Die.
she living right but I tell her she dead wrong and I don't care if she all fat or she all slender and I ain't T-Pain but this what I told the bartender
it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna
Drew Brees in this muthafucka Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this muthafucker Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupider Clips filled up, outta space, Jupiter Don't
cut the 8 ball, when they flipped it 8 way I don't feel clean, but a nigga so paid Got the clean white tee with them fresh Air J's I ain't got the charger
the ball pit Cocaine cowboys that's my thing Do it for my niggaz locked down in the bing in the state In the Fed pen my name rings I don't need your respect
bought four, I front him 5 more 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG bitch I got 8 balls 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG bitch I got 8 balls [T.I. - Verse 2]
dark light! Ya niggaz really don't want no friction from the automatics You niggaz ain't got enough money, sonny, I ain't even braggin I'm in the toll
and plain I got to show my homies love, though I just don't fuck around with niggas that I don't know And you can take that how you wanna take it I'
to blame Simple [Incomprehensible], got to show my homies love tho' I just don't fuck around with niggas that I don't know And you can take that how you wanna take it I
Chamberlain I'm not at all a baller but I do know all the rules I refuse to let you be the reason that I lose And I ain't never been afraid of another
I live, no front-line can block me Can I live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids Can I live, if I don't live nobody lives I pray to God to promise
Chappelle About my rich b***, he got her from me And made 50 million dollars, I'm proud of you D But I'm crazy, you don't wanna be like me I come from
ask me where I've been all day, an I don't think that I should say, then they ask me again. Verse 3 *(Numskull)* Those that don't got pussy, be
bucket and haul ass This to them boys on their way to Tennessee Listenin' to M.J.G, breakin' dem birds and 8-balls Be careful with them ki's, don't
