Lil'Flip & Z-Ro - Never Take Me Alive lyrics

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(feat. Trae, Will-Lean, Black Al Kapone)

[talking]

Yeah, you'll never take a nigga like me alive nigga

I'm a soldier nigga, I ain't the type of nigga that complain nigga

I roll with the punches ya dig, my nigga Z-Ro on the track

I got my nigga Will-Lean, in the building

The Black Al Kapone, is in the building nigga

You know the label, Clover G's is the label that pays me

[Will-Lean]

I'ma slip and slide, this clip inside

This 4-5 focused on your face, then split the side

Cause this infrared gon chase, and follow your ride

It's beef I'm serving nigga, so swallow your pride

Will-Lean the Chemist boy, you know the name

Screwed Up Click afilliated, who showed you the game

Lyrical assault like my glock, spitting holes through your frame

Like the dope and the caine, running through your nose and your veins

I'm throwing out flames, like a gallon of propane

With a guillotine nigga, that'll open your brain

Open the range on your spot, stand and scoping your stang

Call the cops, I'll have you wishing and begging to open they canes

Watch your mouth nigga, when you speaking my name

I'm deep in the streets, so you know I'm deep in the game

They'll find your remains, dumped beaten and slained

A Clover G motherfucker, block bleeding this game

[Hook x2]

You'll never take me alive

How many homies in the hood, down to ride

You swallow a bullet bitch, or swallow your pride

You better tell these niggaz, that I'm from the Southside

Nigga, you damn right

[Black Al Kapone]

Kapone gon ride with my G's, till these wheels fall off

And when our wheels fall off, we gon kill y'all boys

We some game spitters, bitch getters hit niggaz

Six figgas fir this ice, this is our life you nigga

Push a Maybach, in dry weather

Ever since I got shot, I keep my Baretta (nigga you better)

[Lil' Flip]

Cause the streets, ain't a mo'fucking joke

It's like the City of God, lil' kids'll kill you for a bag of dope

The Southside in this bitch, and we all high

You want beef, them bullets fly and y'all all die

Cause I don't think you understand, who you fucking with

Since I was 10, I was taught not to trust a bitch

This rapping made me rich, I know you hate that

Three million in nine months, can you make that

I'm clocking do' and copping O's, of that white widow

I catch you in your sleep, and leave your brains on your pillow

So stop fronting, like I won't pop heat

Cause it's 25 guns, if I'm fifty deep

And it's 25 knives, I'll poke you nigga

I'm a worldwide player, you a local nigga

You better play your position, before you come up missing

Cause my niggaz put in work, and homie ain't no snitching

Oh yeah did I mention, y'all can kiss my ass

And I own a Maybach, so you can keep that Jag

[Trae]

It ain't too many that'll ride for me, so I'ma keep this beat put to my back

On the blocks repping A.B.N., full time and it ain't no doubt about that

I done seen the worst, seen niggaz get dropped in a hearse

Seen niggaz try to get self on wax, and get fucked off trying to sell a verse

Really they tripping, speaking on my name will get you put in situations

Anticipations of a ass-whooping, so now you sitting back waiting

Hold up cat the Mack cocked back what you talking, G-type shit that's what I'm walking

Some of these niggaz wanna try to blend in, then end up getting outlined in chalk and

Now what was that all about our cutters, swear that you was running shit

But now you done metaled with these guerillas, why the fuck is you running bitch

It ain't hard to see that we bone hard, just like my nigga named Curtis

And for that I gotta greet ya, Asshole niggaz at your service

[Z-Ro]

Now it been too many niggaz lately, acting like they wanna do me some harm

But since I'm always heavily armed, it just remain cool to keep my calm

Promise it ain't nothing for me to drop a bomb, on a whole block

Everybody saying all sides, is about to recieve a series of callico shots

So recievingmissly y'all ain't gon never take me alive

I'ma squeeze and make a nigga leak in the street

Cutter from push-up's and backarms

That's why I knock out niggaz teeth in the streets

I stay focused and pack all three of my guns, I'm complete when I creep

These hoes love the D-Boy, so it make they pussy get wet and leak when I speak

If I gotta make an appearance, you better believe it'll be brief and discrete

Hop in the murder mobile, and slide through like a thief in the N-I-G-H-T

It's so many motherfuckers mad, cause I got money at first it was funny

But I bet if they could catch me slipping, they would try to take it from me

But I got news for ya, they gon see picking out a suit and shoes for ya

I'm bout, to get rude with ya

Bitch I'ma keep on clocking cash

Keeping the Khakis creased cruising quickly in the Crentley

Y'all niggaz ain't never gon take me alive

As soon as I clear this bitch it's empty

[Hook x2]