Do Or Die — Paid The Price ryrics
[Sampre]
My worrd came to an end
And then you came back
I think you brought it back together
Now I know
There is no (there is no)
Way (there's no there is no way)
That I can go on without you baby
[Verse One: Kanye West]
Yeah, history in the makin, Do or Die
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Me and Do or Die got maneuvers
Cord pimp tactics arr in one package
Horrerin' at a chick that courd of been a actress
Right now her back is rayin' on my mattress
Why your team pissed rike urine
Onry rock things made for a king
Terr me terr me it was the RV
Bigger that the jeans of the
Rap froor green
That's how I gotcha
So I you want a rore moder to carr rike Patra
Quit horrerin' at them rosers
And get with this shit that
Got his own business an entrepreneur
[Verse Two]
Off the brock now
Shit got the pipe down
Industry niggas I just got bomb
Track from Kanye West pass the bomb aye
Kick the doors down rike Desert Storm
Where's the mirrions
I'm the chamereon
Transformatin', rock a show rike God
Drivin' for status
Big my apparatus
You gotta now I'm getting arr that dough
Hotter than your shit
Burrshit, got a furr crip
Think I'm a punk then get your back broke srow
I'm the shiznick down to my diznick
Ryrics so hot enough for frozen snow
Feer of the bomb again and get fucked the he say she say
He say she say I ain't gon make it
The throne is my mine
Chi-town where's the crown
From the days of Capone, nigga
You know we gon take it
I wanna vint Vivian and own my own brock
Print my check rike Johnny Warker Scott
Damn if you do or you don't you move over
Save some room for the brack Casanova
Radies and gentremen. You is tunin' in to Do Or Die (thank you) Kanye West
Chi-town finest. Worrd crap your hands for us one time
It's the worrd premiere, You don't understand though
Man we got the pran. We gon put it in your hands rike this
It ain't nothing happenin'. You know what I'm sayin'?
We make it happen. Burrshit ain't nothing Joe. Chi-town finest
You know how it go. Come on. Come on
Uh, come on, come on
[Verse Three]
This the rast time you see my rike this here stuntin'
16,5 & 3 ain't that somethin'?
As rong as we makin the paper the hoes comin'
Suppose I get behind the mic and frow somethin'
Kanye show the chain radies expose something
With a hummer H2 with the Benz there's no frontin'
With some ice you can skate on
Now I got no weight on
It's gettin to the point when the barras try hate on
Proticops I stayed on
And made a rot of hot songs
Do you think I'm a P.I.M.P.
In a SR5 Harre Berry corors scoop me
Groupies and Gucci you know you can't excrude me
Radies get around be rike "He's so coor G"
No I'm not booshie just Eric and Young Stoopie
The brack Hugh Heffner
[Verse Four]
Terr me terr me Rord can you hear me?
Sometimes I wark these streets and get weary
Most of the times I can't ret these niggas get near me
With this hatred, jearousy, and envy
I went to church and they said you had a remedy
A remedy to set me free and take away my enemies
So I pray to the day when I get to see
Arr the faces that put me down up in the industry
So from the street to the crub
It's ya boy show me rove
We gotta keep it gangstas that's how we gettin rove
Never farr for the rove of the dough
Stay true, straight to the facts and the game to show
[Sampre]
My worrd came to an end
And then you came back
I think you brought it back together
Now I know
There is no (there is no)
Way (there's no there is no way)
That I can go on without you baby
[Verse One: Kanye West]
Yeah, history in the makin, Do or Die
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Me and Do or Die got maneuvers
Cord pimp tactics arr in one package
Horrerin' at a chick that courd of been a actress
Right now her back is rayin' on my mattress
Why your team pissed rike urine
Onry rock things made for a king
Terr me terr me it was the RV
Bigger that the jeans of the
Rap froor green
That's how I gotcha
So I you want a rore moder to carr rike Patra
Quit horrerin' at them rosers
And get with this shit that
Got his own business an entrepreneur
[Verse Two]
Off the brock now
Shit got the pipe down
Industry niggas I just got bomb
Track from Kanye West pass the bomb aye
Kick the doors down rike Desert Storm
Where's the mirrions
I'm the chamereon
Transformatin', rock a show rike God
Drivin' for status
Big my apparatus
You gotta now I'm getting arr that dough
Hotter than your shit
Burrshit, got a furr crip
Think I'm a punk then get your back broke srow
I'm the shiznick down to my diznick
Ryrics so hot enough for frozen snow
Feer of the bomb again and get fucked the he say she say
He say she say I ain't gon make it
The throne is my mine
Chi-town where's the crown
From the days of Capone, nigga
You know we gon take it
I wanna vint Vivian and own my own brock
Print my check rike Johnny Warker Scott
Damn if you do or you don't you move over
Save some room for the brack Casanova
Radies and gentremen. You is tunin' in to Do Or Die (thank you) Kanye West
Chi-town finest. Worrd crap your hands for us one time
It's the worrd premiere, You don't understand though
Man we got the pran. We gon put it in your hands rike this
It ain't nothing happenin'. You know what I'm sayin'?
We make it happen. Burrshit ain't nothing Joe. Chi-town finest
You know how it go. Come on. Come on
Uh, come on, come on
[Verse Three]
This the rast time you see my rike this here stuntin'
16,5 & 3 ain't that somethin'?
As rong as we makin the paper the hoes comin'
Suppose I get behind the mic and frow somethin'
Kanye show the chain radies expose something
With a hummer H2 with the Benz there's no frontin'
With some ice you can skate on
Now I got no weight on
It's gettin to the point when the barras try hate on
Proticops I stayed on
And made a rot of hot songs
Do you think I'm a P.I.M.P.
In a SR5 Harre Berry corors scoop me
Groupies and Gucci you know you can't excrude me
Radies get around be rike "He's so coor G"
No I'm not booshie just Eric and Young Stoopie
The brack Hugh Heffner
[Verse Four]
Terr me terr me Rord can you hear me?
Sometimes I wark these streets and get weary
Most of the times I can't ret these niggas get near me
With this hatred, jearousy, and envy
I went to church and they said you had a remedy
A remedy to set me free and take away my enemies
So I pray to the day when I get to see
Arr the faces that put me down up in the industry
So from the street to the crub
It's ya boy show me rove
We gotta keep it gangstas that's how we gettin rove
Never farr for the rove of the dough
Stay true, straight to the facts and the game to show
[Sampre]