When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'll probablly die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw
Die on stage, rippin' down tours
Die from age, trickin' out-a-town whores
And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin'
No vest section from my chest missin'
Die cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten
Or die in the streets over somethin' petty
Cuz a broke ass nigga tryed ta say I asked Betty
Die from a shot from a said war golck
From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop
Or die cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin'
Too late, eight shots got my body nummin'
Die for fuckin' his bitch in his bed
Die cuz a nigga thought I snitched ta the feds
Die wit a knife six inches in my head
I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair
Or die cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker
I was high off vodka, hydro, or malt liquor
Die cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man
Die cuz the cops tricked me ta say that man
Die cuz I hesitated ta spray that man
Die cuz I hesitated ta pay that man
Die cuz my man passed me a empty tool
Die cuz I panicked, I couldn't keep my cool
Die cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy
Or die cuz them niggas was jel, they envyed me
Die tryin' ta seal the fate of my enemy
I could go out from a case of mistaken identity
Or die cuz the door wasn't open, it was locked
Die cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn't pop
Die cuz a nigga wasn't focused on the block
Die cuz them niggas thought tha coke was in the spot
Die cuz another nigga said I said somethin'
Die cuz that newsy bitch said I did somethin'
Die cuz a nigga was tryin' ta get a name
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave
We chapters of the same book, just a different page