[Intro]
What's up doe dude? Mhm
Yeah, lowlife, one time, Mr. Coco
[Coco Loc]
It's the American dream to see success 'fore death
So get by while you alive, until you ballin' don't rest
Guess, I best to get my money right before I try to
Let the world know that I'm a natural born rider (I'm a rider)
I often find myself in constant comfritations
With the police and takin' trips to the station
I'm makin' bail 'cause my mail comes in handy
C-Style got my back on my sister baby daddy
I want more money than the average
'Cause bein' broke, I ain't havin' it, man I gots to have a grip
I flip some painted G's wit' ease and keep stackin'
Pass my own weight, the next day you get the package
Reality havin' me illegal just to make it
Call me the money maker, makin' moves with the Jamaicans
Just tryna succeed 'fore I leave whenever that is
Since I'm the baddest, Tha Lowlife's gon' have some status
[Legacy]
I'm caught up in society, the ranks below the middle class
Keepin' my heater stashed, down to mash on the tabs, blow the cash
Livin' life illegally, criminal mentality (Mentality)
For those who don't understand how it feels to be a G
For bustas missin', not dismissin', and leavin' them fools hangin'll still maintain and slangin' dope hits
From always makin' chips to hittin' licks on the boulevard
Seein' fools from the other side of the coast tryna act hard
When they come to my town, they bow down
When y'all get to namin' names, me and the homies is finna clown
Pounds to dubs hittin' ya chest just like a sub
I know in my own mind there's a heaven for a thug
So much love to all the homies, maintainin' the game (Game)
For the money and thangs, these lowlife gangstas
(Doin' it just like that, bring the hook real phat)
[Chorus]
Success before I die (Before I die)
I better stack all my chips before I die (Before I die)
You know that I'm only out here for my wealth, yeah
Success before I die (Before I die)
[Lil' Tip Toe]
Another day, another dollar to be made
I'm hoppin' on first class planes, around the world to get paid
The world is shady, that's why Tip don't trust no souls
Many Glocks pop on my block to make yo' whole mind explode
Just like drama, fools really hate you when you're broke
But on my mama, the hate be hatin' when you're rich, loc
It ain't no runnin', 'cause every path you take got blocked
You ain't got killers, 'cause every killer you brought got knocked
I got much game fool since I been hangin' with the best
Millionaire Gangsta Riders, representin' to death
I confess, I guess I like the life I live
But I choose to stay low, 'cause of the strikes they give
So I choose to stay low just like a 4 on D's
Droppin' money in the hood 'cause Tip got love for the G's
I got chips to squeeze while I'm headed for success
Before death, my rep is good was all [?]
[Crooked I]
While I'm thinkin' of a masta plan like Rakim
Steppin' out in some kroker sacks that match my black brim
They see it barely, happens like a solar eclipse
Emptyin' out the whole clip, then I disappear with the chips
I got your walkman wire wit' explosives to unload
When you put yo' headphones on, then push play, they explode
Blowin' ya mind away, how can a run of the mill rapper find a way?
While my rhyme is a bulletproof suit, so put ya' .9 away
I roll doughs, I snatch souls, I get at hoes, I roll wit' a gat
I stroll strap, I kick mad flows
So before I go, I better be countin' snaps
Comin' off strong to come to the maximum, twistin' caps
And um, you couldn't explain this wit' a hypothesis
I regulate and create masterpieces, blowin' yo' ass to pieces
Creases in khakis suits was '86
Now I'm saggin' some Marc Mechanics and still stack chips
[Chorus: 5X]
Success before I die (Before I die)
I better stack all my chips before I die (Before I die)
You know that I'm only out here for my wealth, yeah
Success before I die (Before I die)
