Meetin' with Death - Lord Superb

Three fucking months, man?

I just did six years, man

I’m back in this muthafucker man, yo, C.O.

Thirt-fucking-teen?

Man, you come back in here, man

I’mma blast your stupid ass, shorty

My word, I’mma wrap you the fuck up, that’s my word

Where my muthafucking lawyer, at?

I been through some shit, man

And you wanna play with it?

Aiyo, tell 'em I passed my 188

I wish a nigga would, let me tell you something, man

Death came to see me last night

Said I’ll be back in 20 years, Perb, get your ass right

You right, when I come back, I’mma give you 20 more

All that heartache and pain, you gon' see plenty more

You guaranteed heaven, if you can make it through hell

That’s when he introduced himself as Death

Said I already met his man Jail

I’m like Death, why you killed Nana?

He said that wasn’t my decision, God’s the best planner

But Bad Times stepped in, he said

I got the hood fucked up, Perb, I was repping

Struggle called me up impersonating the landlord

Like Lord, I’m terminating your room and board

I ain’t afraid of Death, I know Death coming

When Death start knocking, tell Death come in

What up, D?

Heard you was looking for me

Was it you, who sent them kids to Brooklyn for me?

Then told them to pack bigger guns and wear vestes

Cuz Smith and Wessings leave chestes on staircases

Plus them dudes that tried to get me at the train station

For the bracelet, pulled out trey eights quick

But I dipped, pulled out the long four fifth

Squeeze my shit, almost broke my wrist

And at the Colisseum, he thought I didn’t see him

I started up the car, and tried to MPV him

Death almost had me in HBM

The stupid ass Puerto Ricans tried to leave my throat leaking

You know me, I had my shit tweaking

Plus the lock on the sock, I got the kid decent