This Nigga Die

[B.G.]Ain't this a bitch(Hook-2x)If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry[B.G.]Nigga done crept down and put ten in my dogHe the only son, so you know his mom's goin' offI wouldn't be a true nigga if I let this slideGotta saddle up - I gotta strap up and rideMy momma nigga gon' cry, then your momma gon' cryOne less in my clique, one in your clique gon' dieIt's the game - you forgot it's eye for a eyeBody for body, so you gon' respect my mindYou done started somethin' I'ma take real farEveryday is shootouts - you done start a guerrilla warIt got me hurtin' to see my dog people in griefSo it's law I bring the same pain to your peepsI'm dressed to kill: black hooded, black souljas and 'BaudsWhen I spot ya I'ma let the stop on the SK unfoldWhen you hear that: chukah-blauw!! chukah-blauw!!I'm tellin' you it's too late to run now(Hook)If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cryIf this nigga die, there's gon' be consequences and repercussions - believe that[B.G.]In the streets I gotta have that mind frame "fuck it"Gotta keep my nuts dropped - can't be fearin' nothin'When you're thuggin', nigga always into somethin'When you're hustlin', never know when nigga gon' say (?)My dog had a deal planned with some new connectBarely knew him, and trust him - ain't wear his vestHe got there thinkin' the deal was gon' go sweetThey already had it planned to keep the money and ki'sThey hit him up: two to the head, two to the chest, two to the neckAnd left him there to meet his deathI feel guilty lettin' him go soloEven though he told me, "Chill", I still should've rolledSo now I'm in some beef with niggas I barely knowI met 'em once, but I use to fuck one of they hoI hit her up for some info and broke her off properGo to they hideout and release that chopper(Hook)If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die - consequences and repercussions[B.G.]This stank bitch that I grew up with in the hoodMy nigga jocked her - I warned him that she was no goodBut fuck me - he heard the pussy was the shitHe went, got caught up, got pussy-whippedEvery night he sleepin' by this stank bitchAnd I told him she threw crosses and she'll set him up for shitBut he ain't listen, he tell me mind my bizNow some niggas went there, took him out there and split his wigI ain't know that's where he start to stash his yayHe knew better to keep work where his head gon' layBut fuck that, I gotta put some iron on herGotta release all seventeen out the nine on herOne of my hoes saw her shakin' ass in the clubShe hurried up, went to the phone and hit me upI spinned 'round, saw her, and straight cut looseJive ho, this from him through me straight to you(Hook)If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' dieIf my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cryIf this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die - it's gon' be an eye for an eyeConsequences and repercussions