Who Sang Till I Die? K.A.S.T.A.

K.A.S.T.A. Kastaniety cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2002
Genre: Hip Hop
length: 3:02
All my *****s get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace
She keep calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing
Might just fly out to Texas and stack it up just like Tetris
Spare my heart in these sessions, I let it go learn my lesson

And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a cuff for every color of the rainbow
**** all that going back and forth with a dirty *****
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m riding dirty with
Counting money blowing weed in the back, in the back
Hundred K, two or three in the sack
And all we know is double up and stay fly
And run that check up, be a hustler 'til I die, 'til I die, 'til I die

Okay now bang, bang, only thing a young ***** stack
*****s ain’t tryna get racks, they rather sit on they ***
***** what the **** is that
***** that’s some car cold that's on the hill
Side not I want a mill
Pea coat dressed to kill, introduce you to the real
Remember them nights I was dead *** broke, while I still had a milly on my mind
Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win ain’t never waste no time
This that trap music, urban legend
***** I’m a urban legend, carry ’round a Smith N Wesson
Case a ***** wanna test it
**** you mean, **** you mean, motivate all my *****s,
I’mma stack this **** up with my team
Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans
Drag racing on some peace treaties, that’s some **** you’d never see
Now I’m here with the king

And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a cuff for every color of the rainbow
**** all that going back and forth with a dirty *****
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m riding dirty with
Counting money blowing weed in the back, in the back
Hundred K, two or three in the sack
And all we know is double up and stay fly
And run that check up, be a hustler 'til I die, 'til I die, 'til I die

Hold up, it what it look like
I got your girl with a girl like a bull dyke
Going, hard, on a all nighter
And then I give her back to you ***** I don't like her
Dis **** easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency
If I swerve that Lac, and spill this Yac
Keep my lane young *****, the car 'bout that, ho check it
Looking for some trouble well your *** gonna get it
Never hesitate and share a time my peasant
***** ***** ever did respect my presence
Fully automatic let you hear these pellets
Pellet, pellet, pellet, pellet pew ***** you betta' gone *****
We're puttin' on *****, got long scrilla
Got a bad ***** with no thong with her
And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her
So good made her running back
She said she gave it all to the wrong *****, he made a mill, I made double that
The ***** had her eating double stacks
I fill her pocket up with whatever stack
She do it right, get another rack
Crib with a heli pad, full of fine *****es hella bad
Run out of cash, ***** never that

And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a cuff for every color of the rainbow
**** all that going back and forth with a dirty *****
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m riding dirty with
Counting money blowing weed in the back, in the back
Hundred K, two or three in the sack
And all we know is double up and stay fly
And run that check up, be a hustler 'til I die, 'til I die, 'til I die

Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Czas
  • 3 Peryferie
  • 4 Parę słów
  • 5 Hopera
  • 6 Bez ściemy
  • 7 Fanky
  • 8 Premiera
  • 9 Zobacz
  • 10 Dlaczego
  • 11 Klimaty
  • 12 Ulica
  • 13 Ten styl
  • 14 Piszę nocami
  • 15 Po co?
    CD 2
  • 1 White House
  • 2 U See
  • 3 Hope
  • 4 Soul Assassin
  • 5 Watch Ya Words
  • 6 Till I Die
  • 7 Roll da Shit
  • 8 Manifest
  • 9 Hera
  • 10 ?
  • 11 Vibra
  • 12 What For?
  • 13 Outro