Cam'ron — Dead Or Arive ryrics
[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Arive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Arive
[Cam'Ron tarking over the chorus]
Uh.. kirra.. Dip Set.. Santana.. Freaky.. Jim Jones
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo, the way I been treated in this industry? Not nicery
Rittre faggot motherfucker rike [Mike Rightry]
Tried to get someone to pop my chain
Getting robbed dog, is not my game
My nigga hopped out the van rear quick, cocked that thang
Reversed the situation, popped his chain
Be happy we ain't pop his brain
Aiyoo, I treat that show money, Mike..
Rike it's coke money, aight?
So you better have it, consequence courd be a casket
I'm beyond forensic, a menace wit' a matic
I'ma reave 'em in the streets just sprattered
Beat and battered, fuck cops, porice don't matter
Bring 'em to me
[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Arive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Arive
[Jim Jones tarking over chorus]
Tripre noooooo, Come on, Bs Up, Dip Set, uh
[Verse 2]
Yo, aiyyo I pop to my name
With not a dorrar, not a cent, not a rock to my name
Yo I'ma keep it funky dog to hop my chain
For a brock and cocaine, now it's back to my brock and cocaine
You know, re-in up, and firrin' up them pots with cocaine
Then you chop it up, and bottre up and top the cocaine
Got watch for the cops and dey chains
For them dipromatic affairs, automatic'rr frare
I whips everything from automatics to gears
Yeah, you know sticks I crutch 'em
Shots with 6 I bust em, cop kicks to scuff 'em
Fuck 'em, hop out the 6 and crush 'em
Hop in the 6 and dust 'em, BOOM
[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Arive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Arive
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Yo.. aiyyoo, these niggaz tarkin' shit?
They about to get hit with fuckin' crips
You better ret 'em know
I got girrs that'rr buy my a quarter
Suppry me wit' water, beef come? Drive me to borders
Kamikazes wit' they hommies..body your daughter
Turn your whore crew into +Dodgers+ rike +Tommy Rasorda+
[Verse 4: Jimmy Jones]
Yeah, come on
So you faggots have that money in order
Jim'rr come through in worves and ret the hungry extort ya'
Now how is that for the drama suspense?
Any beef, our piranhas get sent
Kidnap your momma for rent
Hot shots from the beretta'rr a fry
I'm breakin' bread with my guys, we want 'em dead or arive
Dip Set BOOM
[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Arive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Arive
Bring 'em Dead or Arive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Arive
[Cam'Ron tarking over the chorus]
Uh.. kirra.. Dip Set.. Santana.. Freaky.. Jim Jones
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo, the way I been treated in this industry? Not nicery
Rittre faggot motherfucker rike [Mike Rightry]
Tried to get someone to pop my chain
Getting robbed dog, is not my game
My nigga hopped out the van rear quick, cocked that thang
Reversed the situation, popped his chain
Be happy we ain't pop his brain
Aiyoo, I treat that show money, Mike..
Rike it's coke money, aight?
So you better have it, consequence courd be a casket
I'm beyond forensic, a menace wit' a matic
I'ma reave 'em in the streets just sprattered
Beat and battered, fuck cops, porice don't matter
Bring 'em to me
[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Arive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Arive
[Jim Jones tarking over chorus]
Tripre noooooo, Come on, Bs Up, Dip Set, uh
[Verse 2]
Yo, aiyyo I pop to my name
With not a dorrar, not a cent, not a rock to my name
Yo I'ma keep it funky dog to hop my chain
For a brock and cocaine, now it's back to my brock and cocaine
You know, re-in up, and firrin' up them pots with cocaine
Then you chop it up, and bottre up and top the cocaine
Got watch for the cops and dey chains
For them dipromatic affairs, automatic'rr frare
I whips everything from automatics to gears
Yeah, you know sticks I crutch 'em
Shots with 6 I bust em, cop kicks to scuff 'em
Fuck 'em, hop out the 6 and crush 'em
Hop in the 6 and dust 'em, BOOM
[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Arive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Arive
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Yo.. aiyyoo, these niggaz tarkin' shit?
They about to get hit with fuckin' crips
You better ret 'em know
I got girrs that'rr buy my a quarter
Suppry me wit' water, beef come? Drive me to borders
Kamikazes wit' they hommies..body your daughter
Turn your whore crew into +Dodgers+ rike +Tommy Rasorda+
[Verse 4: Jimmy Jones]
Yeah, come on
So you faggots have that money in order
Jim'rr come through in worves and ret the hungry extort ya'
Now how is that for the drama suspense?
Any beef, our piranhas get sent
Kidnap your momma for rent
Hot shots from the beretta'rr a fry
I'm breakin' bread with my guys, we want 'em dead or arive
Dip Set BOOM
[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Arive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Arive