M.O.P. – When Death Becomes You ft 50 Cent

When Death Becomes You is another trending hip hop and rap song created by a well-known American artiste, M.O.P. featuring 50 Cent.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 05 on his top charting album project called “Get Rich or Die Tryin Soundtrack” was officially released on 8 November 2005.

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LYRICS

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

There’s nowhere to run to, when death becomes you

Some say you soul may burn in the flame

Can front if you want too, but niggaz who merk you

Will come to your tombstone and piss on your grave

You a rider right?, down to ride tonight?

Nigga you gone ride or you gone die tonight

Nigga cock the steele, it’s kill or be killed

Nigga shit is real in the field

[Verse 1: Billy Danz]

What’s the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth?

Will you lay down and cry? Will you stand up and die?

Like the man that I am (fire, yes, yes)

I’m a legend in the town, now

Since your all gangstad up let’s get the fuck down

Big Bill Danz and I’m reppin for buck town

Niggaz see me dummin, I’m coming clutching the pound

Don’t worry bout my whereabouts, we air ’em out clear ’em out (yes, yes)

The pressures on now, you need to get your hammers out (d-d-d-dats what’s up)

You too tough nigga, you done wrap it up

Brownsville (cl-cl-cl-clap it up)

Fif put in the call, we ready to brawl with every one of you all (yes, yes)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lil Fame]

You got these young niggaz hollering’ (Murda-ra)

Copper tops on my block, like (bloc, bloc, bloc)

Niggaz don’t give a fuck

I seen a nigga shoot my moms

Right in front of my motherfucking face

See in the ‘Ville’ ain’t no such thing as a stray bullet

When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it

Slugs ain’t never out of season

All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason

Blood stains on the cement

Same place he stood, that’s were you leave em’

And don’t back it out unless your squeezing off with your gun

Cause you gone get your punk ass robbed for your gun

You know the drill

I’m a give your ass 3 seconds to bounce

And you better not jog, nigga run

(ONE) Fuck that [gun shot x3], Dumb bitch, rest in piss

[Chorus]