Die

(Chorus)
 We chapters of the same book, just a different page
 Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid
 Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
 Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
 We chapters of the same book, just a different page
 Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid
 Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
 Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
 (Beanie Sigel)
 When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
 I'll probablly die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw
 Die on stage, rippin' down tours
 Die from age, trickin' out-a-town whores
 Die cuz I didn't have one in the pipe
 Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike
 And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin'
 No vest section from my chest missin'
 Die cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten
 In a V twizzy in a wreckless collision
 Or die in the streets over somethin' petty
 Cuz a broke ass nigga tryed ta say I assed bet 'em
 Die from a shot from a cig war glock
 >From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop
 Or die cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin'
 Too late, eight shots got my body nummin'
 Die for fuckin' his bitch in his bed
 Die cuz a nigga thought I snitched ta the feds
 Die wit a knife six inches in my head
 I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair
 Or die cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker
 I was high off vodka, hydro, and malt liquor
 Die cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man
 Die cuz the cops tricked me ta say that man
 Die cuz I hesitated ta spray that man
 Die cuz I hesitated ta pay that man
 Die cuz my man passed me a empty tool
 Die cuz I panicked, I couldn't keep my cool
 Die cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy
 Or die cuz them niggas in jail, envyed me
 Die tryin' ta steal the fate of my enemy
 I could go out from a case of mistaken identity
 Or die cuz the door wasn't open, it was locked
 Die cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn't cock
 Die cuz a nigga wasn't focused on the block
 Die cuz them niggas thought tha coke was in the spot
 Die cuz another nigga said I said somethin'
 Die cuz that newsy bitch said I did somethin'
 Die cuz a nigga was tryin' ta get a name
 Or die cuz it was just my time ta feel the flame
 Might get sparked, might not feel no pain
 Or Might go out like dark-skinned Jermaine
 Take a couple shots ta the heart, or ta the brain
 Got all the dough, don't know the cost of the game
 Young buck didn't wanna come off the chain
 Couldn't handle the rock, got horsed in the game
 I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac
 I'd rather go out in the masjid makin' salott
 (Chorus)
 We chapters of the same book, just a different page
 Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid
 Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
 Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave
 We chapters of the same book, just a different page
 Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid
 Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
 Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave