Letras:
Bun B Dont Die

dont die) just dont die, die, die, die you can open your mind you can fall you can fly just dont die (dont die) just dont die, die, die, die (Bun B)

your bottom hoe Now your paper comin' slow She feel like she had ta go Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az (Bun B

New York we back And I ain't never been afraid of a drought Since I was 6 17 they gettin' money down south Bout it-Bout it Master P Ask the nigga Pimp C ask my homie Bun B

the money not folded, in a row Like a pimp When i see you bitch you better have my dough Like a pimp Reach back Like a pimp Slap the hoe (Bun B) I

: (feat. R. Kelly, Jadakiss & Bun B) [Intro:] [R.Kelly:] Young Jeezyyy [Young Jeezy:] Yea I can beleve that who else nigga [R.Kelly:] And You boy kelllllls

think about that you say "it'll be on" Its a trip youre here today but the next day youre gone One day youre here, baby But then youre gone [repeat] Bun B

O-C-O-L-A-T-E Mi E-A-T Cook M-E-A-T Bun di G-A-Y And bow C-A-T Chorus: A-B-C-D We F g's I-J-K Juss let me get yuh P-U-N-A-N-Y Dont ask why just sen

INTRO: Bitch dont play For real It P.I. No bullshit Back up off me Im so serious bout this, Im So serious bout this Move around bitch if you aint dyin

Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don King, Bun B,