Die Tonite

[Intro: Guilty Simpson]
Dreadnaughtz and F.K.!

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]
Peep my Big Bang Theory
Shit I even brought big Bang with me, plus I name the city (Uh)
It's a no brainer
I exemplify danger and terrify strangers, hideous
You pitiful and I'm pitiless
In fact you balled out and I'm penniless, go figure
So I guzzle more Henny, lick, might rob any bitch
Convene your store or dope dealer
No rules, robbing ain't shit my nigga I stole jewels
A mechanic's tools
A [?] and his homeboys shoes
Your girl's virginity and a wino's booze
You ain't tough to me
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker, only real niggas fuck with mе
So calm your hype ass down nephew
My niggas scrеam FK but I scream F U

[Chorus: Shim-E Bango & King Gordy]
You, you, you can die tonight (OH MURDER!)
You, you, you can die tonight (IT'S A 187!)
You, you, you can die tonight (THIS A HOMICIDE!)
You, you, you can die tonight (WELL!)

[Verse 2: Shim-E Bango]
I'm like a [?] 75th year
A big body Bentley, chrome that switch gears
This year I'ma christen the sky with ammo
Ran out of Porsches, started to smoke Camels (Damn)
Five o'clock vodka'll get your ass proper
Five in the morning your peeps screaming "Who shot ya?"
Dip in the urban, swerving into Bourbon
Off Bourbon, sometimes I can't keep from keep from turning
Summer's around the corner, burners are going cheap
Heat in the hood, we sending niggas to sleep
Creep with the chill out tool, that chill out dudes
It's sick when blood spill out dudes
So I walk like a pig, spit like a clip in the toolie
Don't make me kill one of you mooleys
When the clapping is near, the factor is fear
Hit you, detach your head from your ears

[Chorus: Shim-E Bango & King Gordy]
You, you, you can die tonight (OH MURDER!)
You, you, you can die tonight (IT'S A 187!)
You, you, you can die tonight (THIS A HOMICIDE!)
You, you, you can die tonight (WELL!)

[Verse 3: King Gordy]
Sweet dreams are made of these (Made of these)
We bleed trees and claim the D (Claim the D)
We release heat and slang to fiends
Believe we keep these thangs for him
We sleep on streets, creep dangerously
We'll pee on your knees, cheeks, break a spleen
Breathe, we've been seen the rage to me
Lead me, teach me, speak game to me
[?], please feed me some brave emcees
Bring meat, meat seasoning, make some creams
We mean, he thinks we afraid of him
He sees beams, he flees, blaze his feet
Knees weak, he's beat, he's slain a beast
We read Steve King, imitating things
Kings in three peat, we major leagues
He be's deceased but Cobain is me!

[Chorus 2: Shim-E Bango & King Gordy]
You, you, you can die tonight (OH MURDER!)
You, you, you can die tonight (IT'S A 187!)
You, you, you can die tonight (THIS A HOMICIDE!)
You, you, you can die tonight (WELL!)
You, you, you can die tonight (MANSLAUGHTER!)
You, you, you can die tonight (IT'S A MASSACRE!)
You, you, you can die tonight (OH FAT KILLAH!)
You, you, you can die tonight (WELL!)