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    "Not Dyin'" Lyrics

    Sticky Fingaz

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    [Verse 1]
    If it wasn't for Kool Herc, Hip-Hop wouldn't be created
    That's bullshit! I would've created it tens years later
    Nigga's always actin' up till the guns is heard
    I don't hear you poppin' shit now, mums the word
    And all you rapper niggas, what, that's all you got
    Think you a thug I hear you doing songs wit Pac
    Gotta bullet in my stomach doctors scared to remove it
    And 25 stitches above my dick to prove it!
    But I can't die, so I don't wear no vest
    I'm like super nigga, gotta S-F on my chest
    Nigga I'll take a automatic and play Russian Roulet
    Just to collect, life is short expect my death
    Told you once, told you twice
    This is the last time you can ooooooooooooooooooh gimme a flat line
    Even if I bleed to death I can't die
    Not even if I fell from ten stories high
    Yo, I'ma rule the underground or get shot trying
    No matter how many times I get hit with the hot iron

    [Chorus]
    I'm not dyin'
    What bring it I'm not dyin'
    I'm not dyin'
    What bring it I'm not dyin'
    I'm not dyin'
    What bring it I'm not dyin'
    I'm not dyin'
    What bring it I'm not dyin'
    I'm not dyin'
    What bring it I'm not dyin'
    I'm not dyin'
    What bring it I'm not dyin'
    I'm not dyin'
    What bring it I'm not dyin'
    I'm not dyin'
    What bring it I'm not dyin'

    [Verse 2]
    I tried everything swallowed pills slit my wrist
    Made my own brother shoot me, X-1 fuckin' missed
    Tried to paint the walls of my brain but the gun jammed
    At my first shoot out, I stayed everyone ran
    I want in raaaaaaaw, and more than ten different women
    Locked myself in the garage with the Benz runnin'
    As a kid, they had to watch me carefully
    Tried to pull the blow dryer in the bath with me
    Everywhere I go, I hear voices, (who calling me?)
    Doc said my brain damaged but I don't see nuttin' wrong with me
    Maybe that's why half the industry won't do a song with me
    I walked amongst the dead
    Talk to punks with lead
    An eye for an eye
    We can all go blind
    All yawl nigga's talking about you ain't scared to die
    I feel nigga, cause I ain't scared to kill you nigga, WHAT
    I'ma rule the underground or get shot trying
    No matter how many times I get hit with the hot iron

    [Chorus]

    You can't kill me {8X}
    This song was submitted on December 19th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Anthony Hester, Edward Hinson, Kirk Jones.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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