Life Has No Meaning lyrics

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Will you live? Or will you die?
Dig in the dirt, or reach for the sky?
Take it like a man, or hold out and cry?
Well it's about to be a murder, motherf*cker
And I think I know why
I ain't no punk, ain't ever been
So how in the f*ck you think [?] so funny I ain't even laugh
[?] I'm bout to stick my staff in your ass
Partner, 2 blows, don't give a damb
[?] do more than [?]
Player haters, busters and b*tches get [?]
[?]
As for snitches, nothing but rats and snakes in the grass
They get stiches, coming from [?] breaking your ass
Fool, that's how we do it till the end
From the villa of the trilla
To a killer, life has no meaning

[Chorus: Bun B & Kilo-G]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
[?] I'd rather [?]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
On the triller, [?] deal with ya

[Verse 2: Kilo-G]
Goochy goochy, gaga, n*gga they call me da-da
[?] down to do what I gotta do
So if I let it kill [?] no cap
[?]
I thought you knew that you was f*cking with a cold blooded n*gga
I told you hoes in 92 I'll be your grave digger
But f*ck that paper, I'll take you another place
[?]
[?] cause your life don't really mean sh*t to me
Like when I broke a chunk, [?]
2 rounds thump from the AK
I couldn't believe this punk was busting [?]
And yes you know I'm taking over sh*t
So don't try to play a n*gga like a ho and sh*t
[?] clip in, and I went to trippin
On his ass, let my Ruger go, blast twice
[?]
Then I came from out the back and [?]
There I was, face to face with my would be killer
Picked up the [?]
And you know what kind of holder ain't gang banging
And you know what kind of holder ain't gang banging
[Chorus: Bun B & Kilo-G]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
[?] I'd rather [?]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
On the triller, [?] deal with ya

[Verse 3: Bun B]
n*gga I'd rather do the deal with ya
[?] to get you and that other motherf*cker that's with ya
It ain't no running, no hiding, get down on your knees
[?] so I can tell you n*gga please
[?] and it's blue, over and done with
n*ggas that you run with, [?] dumb sh*t
Some might say I was wrong, and call me trifling
But when I'm up in they face, they studdering, stifling
Put they feet in they mouth, so I put one in they ass
Cash his ghetto pass, send him home with [?]
That's the only thing, that's the only thing I need to get bye
Swangers, swishers served [?] my pistol and a little [?]
Oh it's good, [?] in the jumping
Then you haters come arouand make me break you off something
I turn your set into a murder scene, and leave with your soul and your green
And it's all because life has no meaning

[Chorus: Bun B & Kilo-G]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
[?] I'd rather [?]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
On the triller, [?] deal with ya



[Verse 4: Kilo-G]
I be breaking n*ggas down, with my chroam saraphina
[?] beam [?]
[?] from my ways, to place in your motherf*ckin face
Let it blast then I dash, f*ck a court case
Cause ain't no saving your ass
When I grab the sawed off pump for that ass
n*gga buckshots hitting up your dome
Cause you're [?]
Hop you're staring at your [?]
[?] suck a n*gga di*k
And f*ck all that motherf*cking running
When I come, hear the gat, watch your ass [?]
And my beemers all scream, they're feending
[?]

[Chorus: Bun B & Kilo-G]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
[?] I'd rather [?]
Your life has no meaning to a killer
On the triller, [?] deal with ya