I Dont Wanna - Featuring Aaron Hall Lyrics by Fredro Starr

I Dont Wanna - Featuring Aaron Hall Lyrics

    feat. aaron hall

    [chorus: aaron hall]
    God, i'm callin, yes i'm callin
    For you, please help me
    On the journey, please

    [fredro starr]
    When i die, i wanna die like princess di
    Blastin ready to die late night pushin a five
    Hit the westside high, doing ninety five
    Let the will go, like "fuck it" closin my eyes
    Tired of living, have my niggas die in the prison
    Catch a bullet wit my back turned, god forbidden
    So be the next rapper to die, what if it was me?
    Cuz see now ya face flash on the mtv
    Front page of the paper, front of the source
    Jealous niggas laughin, pain, and feel no remorse
    Every mornin kissin my moms, readin from psalms
    Other rappers showin love, dedicatin me songs
    When i'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last days verse
    Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed
    Wakin up wit the smell of death, shakin in cold sweats
    Nightmares, every night, breathin of short breath
    Wit gun to my head, won't be makin me more stressed
    The second chance of life, got me feelin i'm lord blessed
    I'm god sent, here to talk to the children
    Teach them not to blast they gats wit no feeling
    Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building
    Teach them bout the game of life, it's thug livin, we all day

    (i don't wanna die) god, i'm callin, yes i'm callin
    For you, (i don't wanna die) please help me
    On the journey, please

    [fredro starr]
    What up b-wiz? it's been quite some time
    I ain't see you in a while, since you left in '89
    And i still got the demos, before we got signed
    Every rhyme i write, you be in the back of my mind
    Yo big l, congratulations dog, your shit when gold
    Always knew you was a nice nigga, destined to be
    Seen you uptown, burnin niggas, testin ya flow
    Had to catch a plane, i gave you a pound, hand it over
    Freaky tah, what up my nigga, damn you still look fly
    You in heaven and you still gettin high, pass the lye
    Shit yo eazy, what up dog, i know we never met
    Used to bang niggaz with attitude, cleanin the tech
    Respect ya gangsta since the video, you rhymed in the jail
    Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hall
    My nigga pun, what up son? i ain't forget you kid
    I'm still rewindin and succedin on the joint that we did
    Neighborhood, damn the world, only got one verse
    What up banky, who thought you would of made it here first
    Big and pac rollin dice like they never had beef
    Big stretch, side bettin, standin next to trouble t
    Thought i never met kadafi, what up god, peace
    By the way, you heard the record that i did wit your peeps?
    It's love, buffy the beatbox, moore spurgs, scott larock
    Dyin 4 rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die