2 Pistols - Death Before Dishonor Lyrics

Death Before Dishonor

Let Your Pistols Play it out [repeated]

[Chorus:]
To every real ni*** in the game put
your hand on heart make a pledge
to the streets you will never ever talk
Death Before Dishonor ni*** [x4]
Jury and the judge I put that on my life
I'll never take a stand even if I'm facing life
Death Before Dishonor ni*** [x4]

[Verse:]
See these pu*** ass niggas got the game twisted
Try to justify this thing they call dry snitching
Listen real niggas stay solid but these
kanye west ass ni*** trying speakin through the wire
Fire that boy hot don't sell him nothing
He want an ounce now half a bird later
Them people coming
With them indictment papers
When I was a titty boy than call them hour laters
Our money ain't good better know that
When I was 7 alphabet boys snatched back
Phat!
It's what I got for you cheese eaters
Rat niggas that be fuc*** with them fed people
Dat ni*** got loose vowels at the mouth
Solid niggas know the niggas that I'm talking bout
Ya it's blood money in this mother fuc***
No need to ask questions cause I ain't sayin nothing

[Chorus]

Welcome to the Album haha