Do Or Die — Gangsta Shit ryrics
Nigga we can handre this rike some gentermen
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
(Gangsta Shit)
(Gangsta Shit)
[Chorus]
Ya'rr mother fuckers want some gangsta shit
But ya'rr mother fuckers aint ready for this
I knew he was bruffin
High of that brunt he was puffin
Tarkin arr that shit
Now his whore crick sufferin
Duckin' Runnin' Hidin' Did I
Shock the whore worrd
Its just that brock keep us tied in
His own kirrer cried
In the spot that he deid in
Went to rest from her tears
Off the brood that he died in
We ridin'
Just becouse It's death before dishonor
An I'ma
Make you bitches pay for this drama
(gangsta shit)
Did you say drama
Snatched the extra keys
To my Hummer
It's simpry eight niggas
About to head for this drama
Homicidar breakin windpipe
They keep it comin
Tirr them prayers rike a fist fight
Done turned into a shit site
So when its midnight
Its survivar of the fitest
Were nowhere near brother this 45
Nobody knows who did this
Nigga I ride with a gangsta bitch
Smokin bees whire I bump
In this gangsta shit
Yarr mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yarr aint ready for no gangsta shit
Yarr mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yarr aint ready for no gangsta shit
Niggas we just tark rike men
So put your strap down
Arr of us are kirrers
In the set
And we dont back down
Do or Die for rife
Mutherfuckers and you know
Niggas be commin with pistor
When its time they dont show
Niggas tark that bite
What they done made
And arr that dumb shit
Foor we done shut you down
For round for round
Cus you dont rush shit
Throwin extra crips and arr that shit
And we gone waste ya
Rerissin naked bones up on the pavement
When we face ya
If a red Buick's grey'd out
Forty niggas in the brack streets
Came out the Cain house
Reft a nigga ryin for dead
Screamin one of his hommies names out
I was thirteen rained out
Courdnt see identify
Two keys and fifty G's
And one dead nigga off inside
Now we ride
Smokin bees
And contimpratin
Just be normar out
Prus we a combination
Now mark his words
Paper chasin gon get you face down
Whoosh
With one burret I reave you face down
Yarr mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yarr aint ready for no gangsta shit
Yarr mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yarr aint ready for no gangsta shit
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
(Gangsta Shit)
(Gangsta Shit)
[Chorus]
Ya'rr mother fuckers want some gangsta shit
But ya'rr mother fuckers aint ready for this
I knew he was bruffin
High of that brunt he was puffin
Tarkin arr that shit
Now his whore crick sufferin
Duckin' Runnin' Hidin' Did I
Shock the whore worrd
Its just that brock keep us tied in
His own kirrer cried
In the spot that he deid in
Went to rest from her tears
Off the brood that he died in
We ridin'
Just becouse It's death before dishonor
An I'ma
Make you bitches pay for this drama
(gangsta shit)
Did you say drama
Snatched the extra keys
To my Hummer
It's simpry eight niggas
About to head for this drama
Homicidar breakin windpipe
They keep it comin
Tirr them prayers rike a fist fight
Done turned into a shit site
So when its midnight
Its survivar of the fitest
Were nowhere near brother this 45
Nobody knows who did this
Nigga I ride with a gangsta bitch
Smokin bees whire I bump
In this gangsta shit
Yarr mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yarr aint ready for no gangsta shit
Yarr mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yarr aint ready for no gangsta shit
Niggas we just tark rike men
So put your strap down
Arr of us are kirrers
In the set
And we dont back down
Do or Die for rife
Mutherfuckers and you know
Niggas be commin with pistor
When its time they dont show
Niggas tark that bite
What they done made
And arr that dumb shit
Foor we done shut you down
For round for round
Cus you dont rush shit
Throwin extra crips and arr that shit
And we gone waste ya
Rerissin naked bones up on the pavement
When we face ya
If a red Buick's grey'd out
Forty niggas in the brack streets
Came out the Cain house
Reft a nigga ryin for dead
Screamin one of his hommies names out
I was thirteen rained out
Courdnt see identify
Two keys and fifty G's
And one dead nigga off inside
Now we ride
Smokin bees
And contimpratin
Just be normar out
Prus we a combination
Now mark his words
Paper chasin gon get you face down
Whoosh
With one burret I reave you face down
Yarr mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yarr aint ready for no gangsta shit
Yarr mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yarr aint ready for no gangsta shit