"Rap Till I'm Dead" lyrics
Slim Thug & Lil' Keke Lyrics
Wreck on the mic and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season, somethin' hard comin' out my garage
I don't bar, H-Town repping 'til I'm dead
From the Tre to the West to my G's off the 'Stead, boys—
Wreck on the mic and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season, somethin' hard comin' out my garage
I don't bar, H-Town repping 'til I'm dead
From the Tre to the West to my G's off the 'Stead, boys—
Oh, well (Well), it's them H-Town players that raise hell (Hell)
From the mic to the crack on the scale, we gettin' mail (Mail)
The driveway a showroom floor, garage special (Special)
South Park, was reppin' the slab soon as I met you (Slab)
Stay strapped and careful, niggas watchin' and lurkin'
I'm a boulevard legend, they know the Don for hurtin'
I don't bar (I don't bar), I really be workin' and then I ride
From the corners of Herschelwood to them blocks in Sunny Side (Side)
I'ma wreck somethin', check somethin', do it for the H
Go HAM in the studio and then put it in niggas' face (Nigga)
Every season, we the reason these niggas don't wanna play
Been killin' these niggas' ass and still doin' it today, say
Wreck on the mic and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season, somethin' hard comin' out my garage
I don't bar, H-Town repping 'til I'm dead
From the Tre to the West to my G's off the 'Stead, boys—
Wreck on the mic and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season, somethin' hard comin' out my garage
I don't bar, H-Town repping 'til I'm dead
From the Tre to the West to my G's off the 'Stead, boys—
Boys out there gettin' bread and reachin' our goals
The shit we say don't play out, we be touchin' they souls (We be touchin' they soul)
Fours pokin' on my ride, I'm a hood nigga dream (Huh)
The cars is so clean, broads comin' as a team
We some real-live kings, livin' raw and spoiled (Spoiled)
Remember when we was teens sippin' pints of the oil (Oil)
Used to dream of a slab and comin' down on fours (Fours)
Now the Don in the Bentley (Bentley), and I'm rollin' the Rolls (Rollin' the Rolls)
Yeah, we made it for sure (For sure), they can't hate on that (Uh-uh)
Waitin' on us to fall off, okay, gon' wait on that (That)
H-Town 'til I'm down (Down), all the real gon' feel (Feel)
Whether foreign or the slab, still grippin' wood wheel, yeah
Wreck on the mic and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season, somethin' hard comin' out my garage
I don't bar, H-Town repping 'til I'm dead
From the Tre to the West to my G's off the 'Stead, boys—
Wreck on the mic and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season, somethin' hard comin' out my garage
I don't bar, H-Town repping 'til I'm dead
From the Tre to the West to my G's off the 'Stead, boys—
Every season, somethin' hard comin' out my garage
I don't bar, H-Town repping 'til I'm dead
From the Tre to the West to my G's off the 'Stead, boys—
Wreck on the mic and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season, somethin' hard comin' out my garage
I don't bar, H-Town repping 'til I'm dead
From the Tre to the West to my G's off the 'Stead, boys—
Oh, well (Well), it's them H-Town players that raise hell (Hell)
From the mic to the crack on the scale, we gettin' mail (Mail)
The driveway a showroom floor, garage special (Special)
South Park, was reppin' the slab soon as I met you (Slab)
Stay strapped and careful, niggas watchin' and lurkin'
I'm a boulevard legend, they know the Don for hurtin'
I don't bar (I don't bar), I really be workin' and then I ride
From the corners of Herschelwood to them blocks in Sunny Side (Side)
I'ma wreck somethin', check somethin', do it for the H
Go HAM in the studio and then put it in niggas' face (Nigga)
Every season, we the reason these niggas don't wanna play
Been killin' these niggas' ass and still doin' it today, say
Wreck on the mic and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season, somethin' hard comin' out my garage
I don't bar, H-Town repping 'til I'm dead
From the Tre to the West to my G's off the 'Stead, boys—
Wreck on the mic and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season, somethin' hard comin' out my garage
I don't bar, H-Town repping 'til I'm dead
From the Tre to the West to my G's off the 'Stead, boys—
Boys out there gettin' bread and reachin' our goals
The shit we say don't play out, we be touchin' they souls (We be touchin' they soul)
Fours pokin' on my ride, I'm a hood nigga dream (Huh)
The cars is so clean, broads comin' as a team
We some real-live kings, livin' raw and spoiled (Spoiled)
Remember when we was teens sippin' pints of the oil (Oil)
Used to dream of a slab and comin' down on fours (Fours)
Now the Don in the Bentley (Bentley), and I'm rollin' the Rolls (Rollin' the Rolls)
Yeah, we made it for sure (For sure), they can't hate on that (Uh-uh)
Waitin' on us to fall off, okay, gon' wait on that (That)
H-Town 'til I'm down (Down), all the real gon' feel (Feel)
Whether foreign or the slab, still grippin' wood wheel, yeah
Wreck on the mic and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season, somethin' hard comin' out my garage
I don't bar, H-Town repping 'til I'm dead
From the Tre to the West to my G's off the 'Stead, boys—
Wreck on the mic and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season, somethin' hard comin' out my garage
I don't bar, H-Town repping 'til I'm dead
From the Tre to the West to my G's off the 'Stead, boys—
