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Death Before Dishonor Video (MV)




Performed By: Cream
Length: 3:42
Written by: Kalim Miller




Cream - Death Before Dishonor Lyrics




(Yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea yea, yea yea, uh uh)

Don't give a f*ck 'bout what they think of me
Why you think i ain't post on iG all December?
I celebrated in secrecy
You know why?
That's cuz my blow's up's apparent: my foe's f*cked
F*ck it my shit's over they head when I go nuts
Zone out
Cuz dessert ain't just, so now i'm shittin' on em
Respect lost
Now i'm spittin' on em
But that's not what i wanna shop my time on
Just a line on a song
Hot-chick in her thong
This Music is life
My shit playin' in the background
Ass makin' them clap sounds
It's makin' me wrong but i'm makin' it right
I got that wisdom but it's not hittin' but i'm not bitchin'
Cuz the plot thickens, when i get to spittin', 'specially when it's written
These niggas ain't ready for the shit that i say
While they talkin' out they ass like, everyday
She got that crick in her back itchin' for me to attack
Stop bitchin'
Patience a virtue in fact, now listen up
These bars i'm spittin' gon' make me stacks
I'll lay it down when it's nothin' to shop at 5th ave & sacks

Not wastin' time just pacin' the lines
This a marathon, stop racin' the rhymes
I'm the best but i have to place it in time

Not wastin' time just pacin' the lines
This a marathon, stop racin' the rhymes
I'm the best but i have to place it in time

Work nigga, work nigga
Stop bitchin' that's a contradiction, contradiction

Did you listen? I said work nigga, work nigga
Stop bitchin' that's a contradiction, contradiction

Did you listen? Listen

No one gives a f*ck about ya no pot to piss in
Niggas with bigger problems switched to pyrex in the kitchen
They did that so we ain't have to do that again
Same goals tho
Splittin' dividends with friends while plain janes roll up the stank
We get it in
Gettin' lost on stage, post game we set it off
Vets backstage tryna protect their rank
Bitches twerkin' makin' it hard to think but
Get that work nigga, work nigga
No distractions before i f*ck it
Move the weight on scale
Can you afford to nudge it?
Tip the balance of power?
Try to budget
Hard when the rain makes it hard to do this in public
The sour is sweet it come in nuggets
Word to my nigga GB we ruthless & rugged
Knew this since before pops was locked & we could hug it
Since Brooklyn on Fulton with my sisters & brothers
I was

Not wastin' time just pacin' the lines
This a marathon, stop racin' the rhymes
I'm the best but i have to place it in time

Not wastin' time just pacin' the lines
This a marathon, stop racin' the rhymes
I'm the best but i have to place it in time

Work nigga, work nigga
Stop bitchin' that's a contradiction, contradiction

Did you listen? I said work nigga, work nigga
Stop bitchin' that's a contradiction, contradiction

Did you listen? Listen

(Yea yea yea, yea yea yea, yea yea yea, yea yea, yea)
(Yea yea yea, yea yea yea, yea yea yea, yea yea, yea)
(Yea yea yea, yea yea yea, yea yea yea, yea yea, yea)

Death before dishonor
I will not dishonor my name, name
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(Yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea yea, yea yea, uh uh)

Don't give a f*ck 'bout what they think of me
Why you think i ain't post on iG all December?
I celebrated in secrecy
You know why?
That's cuz my blow's up's apparent: my foe's f*cked
F*ck it my shit's over they head when I go nuts
Zone out
Cuz dessert ain't just, so now i'm shittin' on em
Respect lost
Now i'm spittin' on em
But that's not what i wanna shop my time on
Just a line on a song
Hot-chick in her thong
This Music is life
My shit playin' in the background
Ass makin' them clap sounds
It's makin' me wrong but i'm makin' it right
I got that wisdom but it's not hittin' but i'm not bitchin'
Cuz the plot thickens, when i get to spittin', 'specially when it's written
These niggas ain't ready for the shit that i say
While they talkin' out they ass like, everyday
She got that crick in her back itchin' for me to attack
Stop bitchin'
Patience a virtue in fact, now listen up
These bars i'm spittin' gon' make me stacks
I'll lay it down when it's nothin' to shop at 5th ave & sacks

Not wastin' time just pacin' the lines
This a marathon, stop racin' the rhymes
I'm the best but i have to place it in time

Not wastin' time just pacin' the lines
This a marathon, stop racin' the rhymes
I'm the best but i have to place it in time

Work nigga, work nigga
Stop bitchin' that's a contradiction, contradiction

Did you listen? I said work nigga, work nigga
Stop bitchin' that's a contradiction, contradiction

Did you listen? Listen

No one gives a f*ck about ya no pot to piss in
Niggas with bigger problems switched to pyrex in the kitchen
They did that so we ain't have to do that again
Same goals tho
Splittin' dividends with friends while plain janes roll up the stank
We get it in
Gettin' lost on stage, post game we set it off
Vets backstage tryna protect their rank
Bitches twerkin' makin' it hard to think but
Get that work nigga, work nigga
No distractions before i f*ck it
Move the weight on scale
Can you afford to nudge it?
Tip the balance of power?
Try to budget
Hard when the rain makes it hard to do this in public
The sour is sweet it come in nuggets
Word to my nigga GB we ruthless & rugged
Knew this since before pops was locked & we could hug it
Since Brooklyn on Fulton with my sisters & brothers
I was

Not wastin' time just pacin' the lines
This a marathon, stop racin' the rhymes
I'm the best but i have to place it in time

Not wastin' time just pacin' the lines
This a marathon, stop racin' the rhymes
I'm the best but i have to place it in time

Work nigga, work nigga
Stop bitchin' that's a contradiction, contradiction

Did you listen? I said work nigga, work nigga
Stop bitchin' that's a contradiction, contradiction

Did you listen? Listen

(Yea yea yea, yea yea yea, yea yea yea, yea yea, yea)
(Yea yea yea, yea yea yea, yea yea yea, yea yea, yea)
(Yea yea yea, yea yea yea, yea yea yea, yea yea, yea)

Death before dishonor
I will not dishonor my name, name
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Kalim Miller
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