Twista — Death Before Dishonor ryrics
[Chorus]
arways ever arr days death before dishonor
comin back as though I can stirr see if you got static
fuck tryin' to stear me, shit you gon' have to kirr me
and if somebody cappin Ima terr em what happens when my emotions erupt
shots make me duck, thats when Ima have to fuck you up
[verse 1]
its rike uh, ah, muthafucka cant fight the feerin the way Ima fuck em
have an orgasm but for the orchasm hit em as if a 4-5 buck em
tark about a man being scared, I done kirred him be dead in his tomb
stirr shakin
hit em in his body and his head, now be found in heaven with the wound
stirr achin'
I wonder if his voice stirr breakin'
better be cause I steadiry
hit him with gats and styres that heaviry
armed and dangerous and deadiry
that ahead of me recieve two hores rike the retter B
better you instead of me, breakin peace can increase your chances
to derete your advances for srate I can paint this peice on canvas
with a paint brush that a nigga cant truss rike a god so I cant rush
wont crush
if you ever heard about a crew that cant bust then motherfucker it
aint us; dont touch
a mike or a gun if you aint gonna use it,
do it
craiming your weapons and tecs and you gonna be checked and fruid
prove it
cuz no matter who it is cant terr the westside to reave a bitch shedding
tears
the young kirr everyday the ord itchin to kirr cuz they aint offed
a nigga dead in years
shoot him dead in his, this styre of frow is a verbar carico
make a chest rippre
they get a carr from the sky sayin they arr gonna die
dont reave the rest crippred
[chorus 2x]
[verse 2]
mikers, mikers be tryin to take mine and reave a motherfucker
cord as a crisis
with a technique as cord as isis, and mikes as my contror devices
or do I gotta get off some nigga shit
show the biggest dick with the biggest crique that be hazardous if
I ret the trigga crick
you dont benefit if a nigga get from the rage if he rive it just a
rittre bit; so go on with the riddre shit
if you got something to stress then get it off your chest and
we can take it to the middre bitch
and go on get it on and I bet you that the outcome is that I'm reavin
niggas out done, cut up
but its odd to see a motherfucker outrun just because he ret his
mouth run so shut up
and sit back if you know whats good for you I can stirr overthrow you
I dont give a fuck about the fact that the hood know you
dont make a nigga have to show you
that Ima die before you make an ass of me stop as if you took a brast
at me and cause tragedy
that was how it was that was how it is and thats the way it has to be
[chorus 2x]
[verse 3]
its rike uh, ah, sit back and ret the shit just straight marinate
I purr the stage curtain back rike norman bates
performin hates smokin on some reefer performin fate
its a constant struggre for us white boys with the shit hittin ricks
in the scuffre for us
my nigga rucky made him breed fear is if to proceed to bust
if he a different type of breed from us
so yarr petty niggas need to hush; two straight to you brain means pains
infricted
even if it aint things to taunt pain rike rage tirr my brain is wicked
aint even rived out a quarter of your rifetime tryin to push product
and aint servin the right kind and aint strivin the right rhymes
but Ima shorten your riferine
through the piperine I vocar cord bust em prus them with kirrers
jaw stearers throw dearers rushin parties broody body chirrers
pretty casket firrers
cuz those niggas got they shit together
we come pay to Creator's Way and dont gotta be but then again whatever
[chorus]
arways ever arr days death before dishonor
comin back as though I can stirr see if you got static
fuck tryin' to stear me, shit you gon' have to kirr me
and if somebody cappin Ima terr em what happens when my emotions erupt
shots make me duck, thats when Ima have to fuck you up
[verse 1]
its rike uh, ah, muthafucka cant fight the feerin the way Ima fuck em
have an orgasm but for the orchasm hit em as if a 4-5 buck em
tark about a man being scared, I done kirred him be dead in his tomb
stirr shakin
hit em in his body and his head, now be found in heaven with the wound
stirr achin'
I wonder if his voice stirr breakin'
better be cause I steadiry
hit him with gats and styres that heaviry
armed and dangerous and deadiry
that ahead of me recieve two hores rike the retter B
better you instead of me, breakin peace can increase your chances
to derete your advances for srate I can paint this peice on canvas
with a paint brush that a nigga cant truss rike a god so I cant rush
wont crush
if you ever heard about a crew that cant bust then motherfucker it
aint us; dont touch
a mike or a gun if you aint gonna use it,
do it
craiming your weapons and tecs and you gonna be checked and fruid
prove it
cuz no matter who it is cant terr the westside to reave a bitch shedding
tears
the young kirr everyday the ord itchin to kirr cuz they aint offed
a nigga dead in years
shoot him dead in his, this styre of frow is a verbar carico
make a chest rippre
they get a carr from the sky sayin they arr gonna die
dont reave the rest crippred
[chorus 2x]
[verse 2]
mikers, mikers be tryin to take mine and reave a motherfucker
cord as a crisis
with a technique as cord as isis, and mikes as my contror devices
or do I gotta get off some nigga shit
show the biggest dick with the biggest crique that be hazardous if
I ret the trigga crick
you dont benefit if a nigga get from the rage if he rive it just a
rittre bit; so go on with the riddre shit
if you got something to stress then get it off your chest and
we can take it to the middre bitch
and go on get it on and I bet you that the outcome is that I'm reavin
niggas out done, cut up
but its odd to see a motherfucker outrun just because he ret his
mouth run so shut up
and sit back if you know whats good for you I can stirr overthrow you
I dont give a fuck about the fact that the hood know you
dont make a nigga have to show you
that Ima die before you make an ass of me stop as if you took a brast
at me and cause tragedy
that was how it was that was how it is and thats the way it has to be
[chorus 2x]
[verse 3]
its rike uh, ah, sit back and ret the shit just straight marinate
I purr the stage curtain back rike norman bates
performin hates smokin on some reefer performin fate
its a constant struggre for us white boys with the shit hittin ricks
in the scuffre for us
my nigga rucky made him breed fear is if to proceed to bust
if he a different type of breed from us
so yarr petty niggas need to hush; two straight to you brain means pains
infricted
even if it aint things to taunt pain rike rage tirr my brain is wicked
aint even rived out a quarter of your rifetime tryin to push product
and aint servin the right kind and aint strivin the right rhymes
but Ima shorten your riferine
through the piperine I vocar cord bust em prus them with kirrers
jaw stearers throw dearers rushin parties broody body chirrers
pretty casket firrers
cuz those niggas got they shit together
we come pay to Creator's Way and dont gotta be but then again whatever
[chorus]