D.S.G.B. (DOWN SOUTH GEORGIA BOYZ) - Sam Dies lyrics

rate me

[Sam:] Shut up

Yeah

Yeah What sup Sam [x7]

[Sam:] Go To Bed

You make a song dissing me becuase I'm Pastor Troy

Do You Think I should Get'EM, well uh-huh

We Ready! What! We Ready! What! We Ready! What! We Ready!

You make a song dissing me becuase I'm Pastor Troy

Do You Think I should Get'EM, well uh-huh

We Ready! What! We Ready! What! We Ready! What! We Ready! What!

Ok, ok ok ok

You make a song dissing me because I Pastor Troy

Wanna act like you don't even know your boy

All that screamin' and hollain'tryin to crank up the club

Reppin' Zone 3 nigga they ain't showing no love

The best thang Oomp could do was drop you

What make it so funny Universal is too

While you with yo booze snottin' up an ounce

I'm droppin 6 figures the owner of da Bounce

This nigga actin' like he's boss, this nigga actin' like he's sold

Sam, time to hang it up Hitman you're getting old

And I ain't talking about your lyrics I'm talking bout your age

15 years in da game and still ain't got paid

And then you want to throw your Big Oomp chain like a ass

Because Baby D da Oomp getting to da cash

You lame boy, its P. Troy

From ATL to AUG, Ya niggas ain't seeing me

I'm telling ya

[chorus]

Reppin' Zone 3 nigga, I throw it up (I throw it up)

Catch you off of Pittsburgh, and blow you up (blow you up)

But what I really hate (hate) is how you losing weight (losing wight)

Time to hang it up Sam, give it a break

I got da homeboy say he'll rock wit ya

How you expect me to split a block with ya

Sam, stepdaddy can't save you from this

Next time you be careful who you diss

Who is This? Basing for holding up Zone 3

Long gold tee ah looking just like me

If I...was old, if I...was broke, if I...got pleasure in smoking dope

That's why Kilo kick yo ass at da Nine

Fuckin' wit me goin' get it kick one more time

Talkin' bout where my throwback boys

Mann them niggas goin' roll wit P.Troy

[chorus]

[Talking to end]