"Died Too Soon" lyrics
Busta Rhymes Lyrics
(feat. DJ Quik & The Game)
I don't do much, sit on the block in that lavender Range
Waitin' for fiends, pass 'em the 'caine, y'all niggas is lame
Y'all don't really want beef with the Game
Give 'em a hundred thou, ease his pain
You don't ride through the 'hood, motherfucker that ain't your Navy 6
All you do is drive Jay-Z's shit
Nigga you ain't hardcore, nigga you ain't never won no awards
Only stood behind Dame when he was thankin' the lord
You a fag, nigga you know your rhymes ain't ill
And state property' the closest you ever been to a mill
You ain't hot with that wack ass album you dropped
The whole Roc know Beans came and took your spot
You a joke, tax write off for Russell and Hov
Why you think they keep you around when you only went gold
Whoo Kidd let him know who put the B-I in bitch, faggot
Couldn't sell a record with T.I. and Trick Daddy
Nigga talkin' that shit, I crush him
And this ain't got nothin' to do with Quik and Busta
Waitin' for fiends, pass 'em the 'caine, y'all niggas is lame
Y'all don't really want beef with the Game
Give 'em a hundred thou, ease his pain
You don't ride through the 'hood, motherfucker that ain't your Navy 6
All you do is drive Jay-Z's shit
Nigga you ain't hardcore, nigga you ain't never won no awards
Only stood behind Dame when he was thankin' the lord
You a fag, nigga you know your rhymes ain't ill
And state property' the closest you ever been to a mill
You ain't hot with that wack ass album you dropped
The whole Roc know Beans came and took your spot
You a joke, tax write off for Russell and Hov
Why you think they keep you around when you only went gold
Whoo Kidd let him know who put the B-I in bitch, faggot
Couldn't sell a record with T.I. and Trick Daddy
Nigga talkin' that shit, I crush him
And this ain't got nothin' to do with Quik and Busta
