LORD SUPERB - Meetin' With Death lyrics

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[Intro: Lord Superb]Three fucking months, man? I just did six years, manI'm back in this muthafucker man, yo, C.O.Thirt-fucking-teen? Man, you come back in here, manI'mma blast your stupid ass, shortyMy word, I'mma wrap you the fuck up, that's my wordWhere my muthafucking lawyer, at?I been through some shit, manAnd you wanna play with it?Aiyo, tell 'em I passed my 188I wish a nigga would, let me tell you something, man[Lord Superb]Death came to see me last nightSaid I'll be back in 20 years, Perb, get your ass rightYou right, when I come back, I'mma give you 20 moreAll that heartache and pain, you gon' see plenty moreYou guaranteed heaven, if you can make it through hellThat's when he introduced himself as DeathSaid I already met his man JailI'm like Death, why you killed Nana?He said that wasn't my decision, God's the best plannerBut Bad Times stepped in, he saidI got the hood fucked up, Perb, I was reppingStruggle called me up impersonating the landlordLike Lord, I'm terminating your room and boardI ain't afraid of Death, I know Death comingWhen Death start knocking, tell Death come inWhat up, D? Heard you was looking for meWas it you, who sent them kids to Brooklyn for me?Then told them to pack bigger guns and wear vestesCuz Smith and Wessings leave chestes on staircasesPlus them dudes that tried to get me at the train stationFor the bracelet, pulled out trey eights quickBut I dipped, pulled out the long four fifthSqueeze my shit, almost broke my wristAnd at the Colisseum, he thought I didn't see himI started up the car, and tried to MPV himDeath almost had me in HBMThe stupid ass Puerto Ricans tried to leave my throat leakingYou know me, I had my shit tweakingPlus the lock on the sock, I got the kid decent