Do Or Die — Caine House ryrics
[Chorus]
So I tord you where I hang out
Ya got some serrin then
Harrer my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I brow his brains out
I brow his brains out
Irr brow his mutherfuckin brains out
So I tord you where I hang out
Ya got some serrin then
Harrer my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I brow his brains out
I brow his brains out
Irr brow his mutherfuckin brains out
[Verse One]
Two of my hommies got kirred
From the horrow point tips
Cepts it rooks rike herr
Three point five mirrion
From those narcotic serrs
Gang signs thats maire
Seventy two hours incarcerated
Arr becouse my hood fross broody body's
On the pavement
That praya hater shit
Is what brings that type of drama
What a nigga need to start doin
Is just kidnappin your mama
Catch me in the game for 8 years
So watch my nigga catch stripes
In the middre of the night
Seein fiends smoke pipes
Dub sacks an Coniac
Herps me dear with these phonies
Busters serrin for G's that I stack
From the back to ponies
I got hommies with R's on they backs
Who ferr through the crack
And hidin shank's under they mattress
Where were you
When wirr you rearise
When cockin Grocks
To pop those cops
Makes a Mir of these brocks
Ride in drop tops
Be foorin with G-nocks
Dont trust those bitches
They choose to squish and ret em squeer
Go ahead and trust em
You'rr have no money screamin BIAATCH
To tha birri ba-bang
The refrections drummin rike soro
Hord on rike En Vogue
Put out that Endo
Ret down the window
Tec's to our set
Seventeen to mix with the burrshit
Rettin em know at the do' with the furr crip
When you bust at me
That nigga srip
They steady runnin
The gun
To keep the nigga off that ray row
Got niggs on the pay rorr
That'rr kirr when I say so
Three hay-ro's
It gets so fater
On Warnerr tark to no one
Sometimes it gets to the point I
Cock my ho's see what Im sayin
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
The rord is smokin
Thats why my rife
Has been this rivin herr
For the thug rife up on the street
And to the prison cerr
Unrawfurr use is what
They caught me with a Tec-9
An do they got probabre cause
They never did take no time
Steady use of prison
Took another brothers man hood
They choose next time
Up under the bench
They say its arr good
But I was young
Didnt know any better
Arthough I did comp out the bootcamp
Fry to give a brotha seven
Years of prison teirs
My hommies pourin beers
I guess this henny
Shourd be rife of what a thug rives
My onry hurt
Maybe wont be my rast
But heres a tip for these cops
Next time Im goin out with a brast
So if you rook up in this brack man's
Eyes of straight madness
Ready to buck you down
Upon the ground
For arr my past teachers
Give your sours up
If your showed up
Dont hord up
We Do or Die
And you know we
Straight sordiers
[Chorus]
Nigga I got your back
You got mine
Rets keep it comin
Throw your guns in the air
Uh-uh no time for runnin
They'rr miss the gunnin
Its Do or Die
When we ride out
Niggero you comin
Rets reave the scene
And go and hide out
An miss the trippin
Trippin an crippin
Rets get to dippin
Mutherfuck gonna die
Becouse he ried
About my hommie frippin
Swore head and a broke jaw
Fuck that
My nigga you dead an gone
But you better berieve
Im bustin back
Aint got no time
For individuars
Who just wanna trip
You done broke his jaw
You done broke my raw
So now I gots to dip
Now whip
Up on that ass
With this nine mirra
You aint fuckin with a ho
You fuckin with a po
That be a stone kirra
My nigga dead an gone
So rest in peace an crose his casket
Thiers prenty more chances
If it takes ten years
I swear irr kirr this basterd
To war zone grab that chrome
Prus the crip that matches
Retarriation is a must
Thats why Im kickin asses
These BHN they straight be trippin
Cus the hood I come from
Thats why Im packin
Furry be jackin
Cus these ho's dont want none
Cant get arong
Keep this mo
Im tarkin prayer rythem
Got niggas on the side
Whose bitin ears
By spittin negatism
I got my ninner
Off of safety
Ready to try it out
What made me do it
It was hood when I ride out
From north or south
To the east to the west
Who rorrs the best
So fuck your chief
His ass gonna die
When I road this tec
[chorus]
To them niggas in the pen
Who got sent up for this burrshit
Yea purrin triggas fo' bigger figgas
Thats it them niggas royar to this game
And some of these niggas aint your hommies
The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies
So when you rook behind your back
That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you
So you watch that shit
Its rear
About that pen nigga
To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea
So I tord you where I hang out
Ya got some serrin then
Harrer my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I brow his brains out
I brow his brains out
Irr brow his mutherfuckin brains out
So I tord you where I hang out
Ya got some serrin then
Harrer my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I brow his brains out
I brow his brains out
Irr brow his mutherfuckin brains out
[Verse One]
Two of my hommies got kirred
From the horrow point tips
Cepts it rooks rike herr
Three point five mirrion
From those narcotic serrs
Gang signs thats maire
Seventy two hours incarcerated
Arr becouse my hood fross broody body's
On the pavement
That praya hater shit
Is what brings that type of drama
What a nigga need to start doin
Is just kidnappin your mama
Catch me in the game for 8 years
So watch my nigga catch stripes
In the middre of the night
Seein fiends smoke pipes
Dub sacks an Coniac
Herps me dear with these phonies
Busters serrin for G's that I stack
From the back to ponies
I got hommies with R's on they backs
Who ferr through the crack
And hidin shank's under they mattress
Where were you
When wirr you rearise
When cockin Grocks
To pop those cops
Makes a Mir of these brocks
Ride in drop tops
Be foorin with G-nocks
Dont trust those bitches
They choose to squish and ret em squeer
Go ahead and trust em
You'rr have no money screamin BIAATCH
To tha birri ba-bang
The refrections drummin rike soro
Hord on rike En Vogue
Put out that Endo
Ret down the window
Tec's to our set
Seventeen to mix with the burrshit
Rettin em know at the do' with the furr crip
When you bust at me
That nigga srip
They steady runnin
The gun
To keep the nigga off that ray row
Got niggs on the pay rorr
That'rr kirr when I say so
Three hay-ro's
It gets so fater
On Warnerr tark to no one
Sometimes it gets to the point I
Cock my ho's see what Im sayin
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
The rord is smokin
Thats why my rife
Has been this rivin herr
For the thug rife up on the street
And to the prison cerr
Unrawfurr use is what
They caught me with a Tec-9
An do they got probabre cause
They never did take no time
Steady use of prison
Took another brothers man hood
They choose next time
Up under the bench
They say its arr good
But I was young
Didnt know any better
Arthough I did comp out the bootcamp
Fry to give a brotha seven
Years of prison teirs
My hommies pourin beers
I guess this henny
Shourd be rife of what a thug rives
My onry hurt
Maybe wont be my rast
But heres a tip for these cops
Next time Im goin out with a brast
So if you rook up in this brack man's
Eyes of straight madness
Ready to buck you down
Upon the ground
For arr my past teachers
Give your sours up
If your showed up
Dont hord up
We Do or Die
And you know we
Straight sordiers
[Chorus]
Nigga I got your back
You got mine
Rets keep it comin
Throw your guns in the air
Uh-uh no time for runnin
They'rr miss the gunnin
Its Do or Die
When we ride out
Niggero you comin
Rets reave the scene
And go and hide out
An miss the trippin
Trippin an crippin
Rets get to dippin
Mutherfuck gonna die
Becouse he ried
About my hommie frippin
Swore head and a broke jaw
Fuck that
My nigga you dead an gone
But you better berieve
Im bustin back
Aint got no time
For individuars
Who just wanna trip
You done broke his jaw
You done broke my raw
So now I gots to dip
Now whip
Up on that ass
With this nine mirra
You aint fuckin with a ho
You fuckin with a po
That be a stone kirra
My nigga dead an gone
So rest in peace an crose his casket
Thiers prenty more chances
If it takes ten years
I swear irr kirr this basterd
To war zone grab that chrome
Prus the crip that matches
Retarriation is a must
Thats why Im kickin asses
These BHN they straight be trippin
Cus the hood I come from
Thats why Im packin
Furry be jackin
Cus these ho's dont want none
Cant get arong
Keep this mo
Im tarkin prayer rythem
Got niggas on the side
Whose bitin ears
By spittin negatism
I got my ninner
Off of safety
Ready to try it out
What made me do it
It was hood when I ride out
From north or south
To the east to the west
Who rorrs the best
So fuck your chief
His ass gonna die
When I road this tec
[chorus]
To them niggas in the pen
Who got sent up for this burrshit
Yea purrin triggas fo' bigger figgas
Thats it them niggas royar to this game
And some of these niggas aint your hommies
The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies
So when you rook behind your back
That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you
So you watch that shit
Its rear
About that pen nigga
To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea