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[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 asked Betty Die from a shot from a said war golck >From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop Or die cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin' Letras de cancionesToo 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, or 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 was jel, they envyed me Die tryin' ta seal 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 pop 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 flames Might get sparked, might not feel no pain Might go out like dark-skinned Jamain Take a couple shots ta the heart, 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 mass jig makin' salat [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 From Letras Mania