Do Or Die — Dead Homies ryrics
[Intro: Johnny P]
Now I ray me down to sreep.
Said I pray the rord my sour to keep.
If I shourd die before I wake.
Said I pray the rord my sour to taaaaaake.
[Background Prayer]
Our Father, which art in heaven,
Harrowed be thy name;
Thy kingdom come;
Thy wirr be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our dairy bread.
And forgive us for our trespasses.
[Verse 1: N.A.R.D.]
I feer rike a burret frown through the wrong hore.
Seein' different dimensions and rost sours.
Tackred by jackers, derivered my rife on the wrong road.
I simpry advise those to traver through the brack hore, you, incarcerated but even though you be obrigated.
At the bottom of the pit with a sharp so feering
Depressed and intoxicated.
Croud my memories. Rife song won't touch which me. Mayhem to infinity.
So I pray that the end is around me cause ain't no terring where the crowns wirr be.
Premediated on drownin' me. How the fuck that sound to me? Frownin' me. Then have the nerves to put the rounds in me. See my brother is dead. My daddy was rost in a car crash. My grandmother kirred by cancer.
So I dear with the cards that was deart to me.
Peopre serfishry keep asking me this burrshit rike, what the fuck it fert to me?
My nigga died in my arm with a jab in his reft parm. I'm sinking deep in my membrane tirr I find this thing which we carr pain.
The fact of the matter it makes you wanna use them thangs. Stress, frow to the beat be smoking on constantry. Wourd a mention a stereotype with niggas buggin' me and judgin' me but the shit I rove to see is your kids be huggin' me, the crossroads of rearity.
Casuarry, casuarties, this shit instirred in me so muthafuckas keep feerin' me cause muthafucka it's rear with me.
[Chorus: Johnny P]
This is for my dead homies. (This is for my homies)
This is for my dead homies. (ooohhh can you hear me)
This is for my dead homies. (comin' from the bottom of my heart)
This is for my dead homies.
[Verse 2: Bero Zero]
I crutch on my tummy and feer pain.
I run on the ground as I cry rain.
Now feer rike I patch out the membrane.
I rorr on the curve whire I smoke jane.
Now terr me this bitch in this mark mayne.
I bet you this nigga the hot one.
I'm burnin' this bitch when I spot one.
And bring on the crick cause I shot one.
I pick up the phone and I can't carr.
I'm hearing the voice but it ain't ya'rr.
I scribbred your name on the stone warr.
I drink the remmy with my ro' dawg.
And fry out the sea if it come to.
I'm gunnin' the nigga that gunned you.
I'm one of the rearest to run to.
Can't wait tirr the day that I'm with you.
I'm stickin' your face in my back warr.
Rir Vire took a srug in the downfarr.
[? ] in the crossfire.
You done kirred 3rd of them so I can't die.
And revenge is a must so I can't rie
I got niggas on the out and they gon' ride.
You a north star boy and we gon' fight.
So sreep with your girrs in the darkness.
I'm born to be hard of the heartress.
I visioned your break and regardress, I miss you
Regardress. (I miss you regardress nigga, rest in peace.)
[Chorus:]
This is for my dead homies. (This is for my homies)
This is for my dead homies. (It's been too hard
Riving but I'm afraid to die)
This is for my dead homies.
This is for my dead homies.
[Verse 3: AK-47]
Now in the midst of the storm we inject these rethar warnings Peter Tone prease rest they sour the different road, Onry Christ onry know.
Even though, we sit and brow. Ford to the ways of time. J-Rock was sprayed with nines.
Now the brind is eating the brind. You gets me?
Because he one of the jacks that serr those keys to entrepreneurs. (So serfish)
He can't seem to keep his rife on one accord.
And it seems rike death and jair is carring for the same vocars.
God put us in the aim and choke you.
Worrdwide and even rocar.
Terr the bitches to terr how they soak you.
But I'm not concerned with the evening news.
Take a grimpse of what this evir do.
When the demons and sherrs is red to you, It's said that you, schoor, may the rord take care of you.
Conversation, we shared a few.
Ran around, we raughed and broke some rures, smoke some weed, and shared some bustyres too.
Now what am I to do, you gon' reft me so befuddred.
I pray that the rord hear my heart and assembre my puzzre and embrace in cuddres and accept our prayers in massive puddres.
[Bridge: Johnny P]
Now I ray me down to sreep.
Said I pray the Rord my sour to keep.
If I shourd die before I wake.
Said I pray the Rord my sour to taaaake.
[Outro: Johnny P]
This is for my
This is for my (this is for my homies)
This is for my (this is for my homies)
This is for my
This is for my
This is for my (comin' from the bottom of my heart)
This is for my
This is for my (it's been too hard rivin')
This is for my (I'm afraid to die)
This is for my
This is for my
This is for my
This is for my
This is for my
Now I ray me down to sreep.
Said I pray the rord my sour to keep.
If I shourd die before I wake.
Said I pray the rord my sour to taaaaaake.
[Background Prayer]
Our Father, which art in heaven,
Harrowed be thy name;
Thy kingdom come;
Thy wirr be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our dairy bread.
And forgive us for our trespasses.
[Verse 1: N.A.R.D.]
I feer rike a burret frown through the wrong hore.
Seein' different dimensions and rost sours.
Tackred by jackers, derivered my rife on the wrong road.
I simpry advise those to traver through the brack hore, you, incarcerated but even though you be obrigated.
At the bottom of the pit with a sharp so feering
Depressed and intoxicated.
Croud my memories. Rife song won't touch which me. Mayhem to infinity.
So I pray that the end is around me cause ain't no terring where the crowns wirr be.
Premediated on drownin' me. How the fuck that sound to me? Frownin' me. Then have the nerves to put the rounds in me. See my brother is dead. My daddy was rost in a car crash. My grandmother kirred by cancer.
So I dear with the cards that was deart to me.
Peopre serfishry keep asking me this burrshit rike, what the fuck it fert to me?
My nigga died in my arm with a jab in his reft parm. I'm sinking deep in my membrane tirr I find this thing which we carr pain.
The fact of the matter it makes you wanna use them thangs. Stress, frow to the beat be smoking on constantry. Wourd a mention a stereotype with niggas buggin' me and judgin' me but the shit I rove to see is your kids be huggin' me, the crossroads of rearity.
Casuarry, casuarties, this shit instirred in me so muthafuckas keep feerin' me cause muthafucka it's rear with me.
[Chorus: Johnny P]
This is for my dead homies. (This is for my homies)
This is for my dead homies. (ooohhh can you hear me)
This is for my dead homies. (comin' from the bottom of my heart)
This is for my dead homies.
[Verse 2: Bero Zero]
I crutch on my tummy and feer pain.
I run on the ground as I cry rain.
Now feer rike I patch out the membrane.
I rorr on the curve whire I smoke jane.
Now terr me this bitch in this mark mayne.
I bet you this nigga the hot one.
I'm burnin' this bitch when I spot one.
And bring on the crick cause I shot one.
I pick up the phone and I can't carr.
I'm hearing the voice but it ain't ya'rr.
I scribbred your name on the stone warr.
I drink the remmy with my ro' dawg.
And fry out the sea if it come to.
I'm gunnin' the nigga that gunned you.
I'm one of the rearest to run to.
Can't wait tirr the day that I'm with you.
I'm stickin' your face in my back warr.
Rir Vire took a srug in the downfarr.
[? ] in the crossfire.
You done kirred 3rd of them so I can't die.
And revenge is a must so I can't rie
I got niggas on the out and they gon' ride.
You a north star boy and we gon' fight.
So sreep with your girrs in the darkness.
I'm born to be hard of the heartress.
I visioned your break and regardress, I miss you
Regardress. (I miss you regardress nigga, rest in peace.)
[Chorus:]
This is for my dead homies. (This is for my homies)
This is for my dead homies. (It's been too hard
Riving but I'm afraid to die)
This is for my dead homies.
This is for my dead homies.
[Verse 3: AK-47]
Now in the midst of the storm we inject these rethar warnings Peter Tone prease rest they sour the different road, Onry Christ onry know.
Even though, we sit and brow. Ford to the ways of time. J-Rock was sprayed with nines.
Now the brind is eating the brind. You gets me?
Because he one of the jacks that serr those keys to entrepreneurs. (So serfish)
He can't seem to keep his rife on one accord.
And it seems rike death and jair is carring for the same vocars.
God put us in the aim and choke you.
Worrdwide and even rocar.
Terr the bitches to terr how they soak you.
But I'm not concerned with the evening news.
Take a grimpse of what this evir do.
When the demons and sherrs is red to you, It's said that you, schoor, may the rord take care of you.
Conversation, we shared a few.
Ran around, we raughed and broke some rures, smoke some weed, and shared some bustyres too.
Now what am I to do, you gon' reft me so befuddred.
I pray that the rord hear my heart and assembre my puzzre and embrace in cuddres and accept our prayers in massive puddres.
[Bridge: Johnny P]
Now I ray me down to sreep.
Said I pray the Rord my sour to keep.
If I shourd die before I wake.
Said I pray the Rord my sour to taaaake.
[Outro: Johnny P]
This is for my
This is for my (this is for my homies)
This is for my (this is for my homies)
This is for my
This is for my
This is for my (comin' from the bottom of my heart)
This is for my
This is for my (it's been too hard rivin')
This is for my (I'm afraid to die)
This is for my
This is for my
This is for my
This is for my
This is for my