[Verse 1]
From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos
Went from grams to kilos
Mac in one hand, in the other hand, grands and C-notes
Game got my eyes wider than a 430 Buggy
No tellin' what the fuck I'll do for this money
Stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
The thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff coke
As I cook and cut coke with the bakin' soda Arm and Hammer, palmin' hammers
Think you crazy? N***a, my clique's bananas
Takin' over with the Mafia
Hittin' n***as for they bricks like Gracias
The cockiest, it's obvious, it's me, he, who?
Confront frontin' n***as like "You want it? Well n***a, me too"
What the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff
N***as act like they stopped makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
Grin and stand over your coffin like "Hey you!"
Tell the Devil I'm comin', keep it hot
For now I got my eyes on a Billboard spot
Don't stop, uh

[Hook]
Die for it
Take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin'
Rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission, uh
Die for it
Take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin'
Rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission, uh

[Verse 2]
(First 4 lines with Jamaican accent)
Mi sey me buy and sell bricks with my n***a P.D
Down with the team called B.B.E
Now if you want to join the team, you know you must see me
Buy ya cyan't talk to FEDS or dick R.I.DE
It's a cold World baby boy, fuck it, I'm colder
Animals on my back keep my warm, my armor
Frank Lucas persona, warmin' coke up in the sauna
Let me warn ya, trip against my team you's a goner
In fact it's drastic, a couple million in the mattress
With a sick dick I say fuck taxes
Rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics
Crime pays, n***a, nine-hundred and ninety-nine ways
My destiny's vague, will I survive or blow trial?
Lay shot up, Puff cryin' in denial
While my enemies smile, buried in style
Gucci suits and cufflinks
Sneakin' drugs through Heavens customs
[Hook]
Die for it
Take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin'
Rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission, uh
Die for it
Take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin'
Rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission, uh

[Verse 3]
POP POP POP! Warning shot, who's to blame
Shyne mothafucka, don't forget the name
Stretch the Caine, to cop the house and the plane til my Massacre slain
Brains hang from the window of my Range
Fuck the feds, 2 green and one red, firm tight
Hold the dice in this game of life, aces suffice
Payback's a must, Fallen Angels and Angel dust
My team do dirt to avoid layin' in the dust
Uh, Bumpy Johnson portraits in my fortress, of course it's Po
Bloodstainin', aeroplanin', Four-Hundred horses slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
I'm takin' over cause they coke got too much bakin' soda
They say money ain't everything
You fuckin' right n***a, it's the only thing
In God we trust, the Holy thing
I look into my enemy's eye
Let 'em know, "You play fly, you go out Kennedy-style"
Bitch, uh
[Hook]
Die for it
Take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin'
Rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission, uh
Die for it
Take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin'
Rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka respect it, the commission, uh