You're Nobody (Till Somebody Kills You) Video (MV)

Run with me, come, quick see
Do you wanna ride when I come outside
Man No way, Jose, are they rumbling
In the jungle with, The Dark Skin Tarzan

.40 cal Ruger, all tan, never jamming up
In the tightest spot, man you know the way it go
Bandanna wrapped fist so bruises never show
44 make sure, you come out your dough

Wu Zi face recognized with no hesitation
Hit hard like a Tyson combinations
Hard to believe these niggas making, Big money for nothing
They stay fronting, Start running, when i start to punish

And bullets start dumping, I'm gunning
Your heart is thumping, im pumping
Ether straight in ya IV feed, and escape when you start to bleed
Wu Zi X the best Ya ever seen when assessing MCs

Put clip to Tech, I'll die for my respect and leave em all bruised and beaten
Soul started leaving, Body stopped breathing, What was you thinking
Respect mine or chest will catch wet 9
Unloaded from the heckler, And koch through suppressor

T shirt gets wetter, Brains on the dresser
EMT bring stretchers just to come and get ya
Rip through ya leather, Cant take the pressure
Ya Hate me but cant replace me, ya crazy
Thinking your rhymes can play me
Motor city's finest still will spill you cus
You're nobody till somebody kills you

You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you

(Uhhh, Uhhh)

Biggie said
When it's time for action, nigga ain't no asking question
Strictly gun testing, the Smith and Wesson
To miss vest and hit you in the temple
Smoking ounces, stuffing all the guns in couches

You know, The greed within me for green temps me
To smash on all my enemies and them bleed
Turn crash dummies to cowards that be, won't die in your sleep
Catch him on the street and turn molasses to ashes

We let him represent a true thugs passion
With his passing, pull up to the funeral, im from out the zoo
When it comes to war, it's nothing really new for Wu left to do

Coast to Coast, hold toast and make dough
Dispensary galore when i get off tour
Pushing a bulletproof G wagon to boot
I hit the city for Coney Island in 300 coupes

I got some women in the city waiting
For me to come back and drop some dick, they anticipating
For to me to tell them they feel amazing, it's in their faces
All freak bitches, come from out the trenches where I meet bitches

Uh, living lavish, automatic, I'm twisting cabbage
And reminisce on when I didn't have it, uh
Ain't scared of death or what it will do cus
You're nobody till somebody kills you

You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you