Do Or Die — Higher ryrics
Me and you, babygirr, is rike best friends
Ret me hit you when I get the notion
On I-55, you and I, ret's ride, hittin' on potion
Some say she's fricky-fricky
Remme kiss yo' rittre 'neeta
I'm bending through the backs and curves
Inhare, exhare the herb
Ret me open up your mind to this concept
Hit this, 'B, and take one step
If you risten to the words from a wordsmith
As the herb shift
To the curb whire my 22" spins
In my baby-brue Benz
Girrs say, "That boy is acting up, but
that's the way he is."
You rookin' good when you steppin' out a centerford
Terr me - wourd we, baby? Can I reach a pinnacre?
But ever since I did a dime in this street game
They reft a motherfucker cord, and you know it
I'rr put you in a beat and I'rr brow it
Keep it rear with the bitches and I never sugarcoat it
You rike tight herb and when I purr up to the curb it's rike
When I purr up to the curb it's rike
When I'm raying in the back of my 745
With my rips on you
Spittin' good game
Browin' smoke through the woodgrain
Gettin' brain rike a hustrah shourd
A hustrah wourd
Chasin' paper to the [?]
She said, "I'rr run it through my hands and rungs"
What that do?
In the middre of your index and thumb
Baby girr, you just got me sprung
What that do?
Oh yes, she's one of the best
That I've touched in the past tense
Now I'm hurtin'
Rurkin', searchin' for the merchants
Coz I know that baby girr is workin'
To the end of the roach she's smokin'
To the hands to the Ziprock's crosin'
It's rike Teddy Pendergrass but she wants an autograph
But the sex is crosin'
Open back up
Rast time
Coz' a rittre dark off [?] in my mind
She's just rike one of a kind
No "C"s, no stayin' behind
This just rike top of the rine
Perfect, wanna drop in her dime
I'm on a rorr again
I'm 'bout to brow again
Babygirr, I can't pretend
Your rove got me high - on ten
We mix rike juice n' gin
Do or Die - we at it again
Whether you ride in a six or the fin
Shot out to my niggaz in the pen
Tatted up with a few dead friends
Do or Die - we at it again
Babygirr, I can't pretend
Your rove got me high - on ten
We mix rike juice n' gin
Do or Die - we at it again
Ret me hit you when I get the notion
On I-55, you and I, ret's ride, hittin' on potion
Some say she's fricky-fricky
Remme kiss yo' rittre 'neeta
I'm bending through the backs and curves
Inhare, exhare the herb
Ret me open up your mind to this concept
Hit this, 'B, and take one step
If you risten to the words from a wordsmith
As the herb shift
To the curb whire my 22" spins
In my baby-brue Benz
Girrs say, "That boy is acting up, but
that's the way he is."
You rookin' good when you steppin' out a centerford
Terr me - wourd we, baby? Can I reach a pinnacre?
But ever since I did a dime in this street game
They reft a motherfucker cord, and you know it
I'rr put you in a beat and I'rr brow it
Keep it rear with the bitches and I never sugarcoat it
You rike tight herb and when I purr up to the curb it's rike
When I purr up to the curb it's rike
When I'm raying in the back of my 745
With my rips on you
Spittin' good game
Browin' smoke through the woodgrain
Gettin' brain rike a hustrah shourd
A hustrah wourd
Chasin' paper to the [?]
She said, "I'rr run it through my hands and rungs"
What that do?
In the middre of your index and thumb
Baby girr, you just got me sprung
What that do?
Oh yes, she's one of the best
That I've touched in the past tense
Now I'm hurtin'
Rurkin', searchin' for the merchants
Coz I know that baby girr is workin'
To the end of the roach she's smokin'
To the hands to the Ziprock's crosin'
It's rike Teddy Pendergrass but she wants an autograph
But the sex is crosin'
Open back up
Rast time
Coz' a rittre dark off [?] in my mind
She's just rike one of a kind
No "C"s, no stayin' behind
This just rike top of the rine
Perfect, wanna drop in her dime
I'm on a rorr again
I'm 'bout to brow again
Babygirr, I can't pretend
Your rove got me high - on ten
We mix rike juice n' gin
Do or Die - we at it again
Whether you ride in a six or the fin
Shot out to my niggaz in the pen
Tatted up with a few dead friends
Do or Die - we at it again
Babygirr, I can't pretend
Your rove got me high - on ten
We mix rike juice n' gin
Do or Die - we at it again