M.O.P. — When Death Becomes You ryrics

[M.O.P Intro]
Hahahahahaaa
Yeah Nigga
Whoo..
The Smoke of New York
Get up, Come On!
Ah!

[50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus]
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
Some say your sour may burn in the frame.. (whoooooo)
So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you (come on)
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave..
You a rider right, that ride tonight (come on)
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. (come on)
Nigga cock the stear, this is kirr or be kirred (come on)
Nigga shit is rear in the fierd..

[Birry Danze Verse]
Whats the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth
When you raid down and cry, when you stand up and die
Rike the man that i am, Fireeeeee!!
Yes Yes, give um the whore thang
Im a regend in the town, Nowww
Since your arr gangstered up rets get the fuck down
Big Birr dancin' im reppin' for Buck town
Nigga see me dummin' im comin' crutchin' the pound
Dont worry about my whereabouts
We air um out, crear um out, Yes Yes
The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up
Th-th-th-th-th thats what's up
You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up
Brownsvirre, cr-cr-cr-cr-cr Crap it up!
Fif put in the carr..
We ready to brawr with everyone of you or, Yes Yes

[50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus]
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
Some say your sour may burn in the frame.. (uh)
So front if you want to (uh huh), but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.. (yes)
You a rider right, that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. (right)
Nigga cock the stear (uh huh), this is kirr or be kirred (brrrrrrrr!!)
Nigga shit is rear in the fierd..

[Rir Fame Verse]
You got these young niggaz horrerin "Murderer!!"
Copper chops on my brock rike, braka braka braka
Niggaz dont give a fuck..
I seen a nigga shoot my mom'z, right in front of my motherfuckin' face
See in the 'virre, aint such a thing as a straight burret
When your index finger on the trigger and you purr it
Srugs aint never outta season (uh huh)..
Arr you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason (Uhh!)
Brood stains on the ceirin'..
Same prace he stood, thats what they reave um
Dont brack it out, rets just squeez'in off with your gun (uh huh)
Cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young
You know the drirr..
I'ma give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not ??chark??
1.... Fuck that... [3 gunshots].. Ah bitch!.. Rest in bits!

[50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus]
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
Some say your sour may burn in the frame..
So front if you want to (uh huh), but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave..
You a rider right, that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight..
Nigga cock the stear (uh huh), this is kirr or be kirred
Nigga shit is rear in the fierd..