[Intro: First Degree the DE]
Featured or should I say gathered?
We have Sicx the deer hunter
Gathered we have P-Folks aka roulette
We have a special guest
Brotha Lynch Hung the everybody killa
And in finale gathered we have
Msane the devils advocate
We got Tall Cann, Zagg, and C.O. in the back
And me
Ya see I've hosted the party
And these n***as is in a drunken rage
I am First Degree the D.E
You arе tuned to Fahrenheit
Thеy will explain why they die

That's why they die
That's why they die
They will whine
That's why they die

[Verse 1: Sicx]
They call me mister razor tongue
Blue pill swallowing
Live to die
24/7 I'm trying to get high
Fuck em, always buck em
Never love me, could've gave a shit
But see a Siccmade riders
Never known to die
Quick up in the mix
You'll always find me cause I love to funk
And with the police right behind me yes I has to dump
What did you see
But a black rag, wrapped around a fo' mag
In the toe tag
Twist it tight
To a bitch ass n***a named Doc
Zipped up in the body bag
Creek mob n***a
Fuck ya momma and your daughter
Put em both up in the water
Fake like baking soda yola
N***a fuck the raps
Lets get the straps
Keep dumpin til its over
I'm a soldier
With a hard dick for killing
And the award goes to the n***a
Most likely to slip on his own blue rag
And Locced 2 The Brain can suck a fat dick
The majority of shit ya write about
Is why yo n***as hidin out
Like a bitch
[Verse 2: P-Folks]
I heard word
Now I smellin whats cookin
Livin in foul fashion, but it's my buttons you pushin
Ain't no stipulation on tryin to dedicate
Diggin at yo chestplate
I despise for treason and you don't wanna see me on yo best day
It don't take much for you partna' to get on my bad side
I trusted you buster
Double crossed tactics with the last guy
Not to fuck wit it
Now look what you stuck wit
Hogtied n***a, crying, screaming, and yelping
Ya keep praying for a savior, but ain't nobody helping
Ain't that a question that's going to be discussed when I'm on my soldier
Turnin they backs
While you squeaking and rattin now it's yo turn
Learn, classified information they ain't supposed to see
'specially to police, now you fresh meat
Starving n***as gotta eat
Stomach growlin, P-Folks wildin'
Rep big breaded
Reason for me to bounty hunt em down
(fo' I take em)
That's why he said it
But I wasn't sweating it
Cause his head was still a prize
Plus he started a lie
Expired time
Goodbye
Bye
[Chrous: First Degree the D.E.]
That's why they die
That's why they die
They will whine
That's why they die

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Oh you know how it go never slow
Fast and pretty
When I smash through the city
With the Frank Nitti
N***as be havin vast committees
So I be fast to rip kidneys
Put they kids in these situations
To where I run up in the house
Passin heat to yo love seat
Have you bleedin out the mouth
But fuck that shit lets talk about Siccmade
N***as thinkin we ain't gon get paid
N***a like me will jump out the shade
And whoevers got coins gonna get sprayed
My homies feel the same way
We have to do dirty thangs
And It don't matter they scatter
Cause the mac be worthy like James
Lovin the technique of the drive-by
Lovin the technique of the rent a bucket
Seven n***as did murder with this one
So I was like fuck it
N***as be takin advantage of the power that I'm exposin
Using it for the wrong reason
Doing it for the wrong season
But only one thang I believe in
Gimme a zone to myself, a v3, and some OE
And a couple of n***as to bend up like aluminum foil
I'm hard-boiled
Like food left out for twenty four days
Just spoiled before the crime gets unfoiled
[Verse 4: Msane]
Man I, can't believe she got to talking
Said fuck Msane gave up my name but
Hoes still walkin
Catch a probation
But look at you ho
Not in this situation
Let's rewind those tapes and look again cause [?]
You's a wannabe supposed to be a G
But you's a snitch
Talk all that shit outta the side of yo neck like you done pulled hella licks
Ain't this a bitch now I got's to lock it down I got some time to pay
But y'all don't trip cause fore I go I'mma tell em all bout L Jay
[?]
When I'm through there ain't gon be nothing left that's [?] Cucarachas
I got folks with pits thats trained to take a snitch and shake him, make him bleed and
Hollow tips for situations just like these
Indeed I, can't believe she got to talking bring the drama
Told her man, I hope you find a new baby's momma
Cause the one you got ain't fittin to be around much longer guaranteed
Oh what in the fuck you think of it, to let somebody snitch on me

[Outro: First Degree the D.E.]
That's why they die
That's why they die (You think you done came here first)
They will whine
That's why they die

That's why they die
That's why they die
They will whine
That's why they die