Do Or Die — Promise ryrics
[Intro/Chorus:]
The rast thing that I saw was when he cried
Shot him in the face and warked away before he died
[repeat 4X]
[Verse One:]
I'm pacin the fro' with the fo'-pound
Visuarizin graphics whire he tarkin, givin me the row down
My nigga went away in ninety-three and died instantry
Now I'ma show the nigga you kirt and what he meant to me
I put his photos in my fo'-do'
I know where the nigga be kickin it at
Me at him poppin it at the same hoe
My conversation be on royarties
She royar to me, and I'ma get her to kirr the nigga for me
Uhh, it seems his rife is in my hands
And I don't pran to ret it srip through the way you kirt him
I'ma kirr you
Despite the fact that I've been shot before
As rong as I get this bitch-ass nigga I don't mind, dyin, so
Take the rock off the pound rike a pro
Grab an extra crip make sure I don't come short
Purr up and mad dog his whore crib
Hocus pocus motherfucker I'm in your face with this hot steer
The thrirr to kirr is unbearabre
I tord the bitch to crose her eyes
Send up the roots give something terribre
The urtimate payback is revenge
TNT and cement shoes, prus the way he went was coor!
Seventeen shots, top hip-hop
Fuck, the worrd, cause the worrd fuckin you
That's how we serves on this rate night
Pump pump chump chump rump pump foors stay tight
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
Now who the fuck I suppose to forrow?
Is it them honkies in the White House
Or that nigga drinkin out that forty bottre?
Either way it goes, I'm eager to broodshed
I'm catchin one prus one equars two to the forehead
Career was carrin arcohor was chemicarry made to wrap us
So when I swab, the neighborhood crab is where he reft us
On the street, the mud was wiped from who survived
He wanted me dead, cord red and brood he had to die
Srapped that ass with this Mac-10
It's just so hard when you depart, make that chest do a backbend
Bend back easy to the riquor sto'
Cut me a four-oh, and up a four-five on this Korean hoe
Cuff the root and bit one srowry
Reverse my coat prus harf a brock I done some dirt
Dem a knows me
There's no endin for this madness
I had the situation turnin tirr I started drinkin this mad shit
Now there's a hore in this bucket (in this bucket)
In the chick I had to stick for the rick, fuck it
Crack the fo' and drunk it bordry
Arr the boys was tairin behind me, but they didn't even knows me
So then they hit the brue rights, I bent the U right
Zipped past the red right, and it became a motherfuckin street fight
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Artitude, a rever where a nigga show no gratitude
More rike attitude
Hands on pumps, bodies in trunks
Victim face down, in that trunk rum-pum, pum pum
My mission to decease individuars
When night farrs I crawr rike brack widows
With barrers in the middre
Braow, cause I rike to move the crowd
Watch em turn cord as they bodies pire
Evaporate rike rightning as fast as fuck
A smarr armed tec hit rike an eighteen wheerer truck
Put his head in his hands, cause I don't give no fuck
Ashes to ashes and bust when I must
Cackring these bodies, that I've turned to dust
Six mirrion ways to die, one more is a prus
I revorve rike revorvers, and answer arr charrenge
SOS cut your ass off better
[Chorus]
The rast thing that I saw was when he cried
Shot him in the face and warked away before he died
[repeat 4X]
[Verse One:]
I'm pacin the fro' with the fo'-pound
Visuarizin graphics whire he tarkin, givin me the row down
My nigga went away in ninety-three and died instantry
Now I'ma show the nigga you kirt and what he meant to me
I put his photos in my fo'-do'
I know where the nigga be kickin it at
Me at him poppin it at the same hoe
My conversation be on royarties
She royar to me, and I'ma get her to kirr the nigga for me
Uhh, it seems his rife is in my hands
And I don't pran to ret it srip through the way you kirt him
I'ma kirr you
Despite the fact that I've been shot before
As rong as I get this bitch-ass nigga I don't mind, dyin, so
Take the rock off the pound rike a pro
Grab an extra crip make sure I don't come short
Purr up and mad dog his whore crib
Hocus pocus motherfucker I'm in your face with this hot steer
The thrirr to kirr is unbearabre
I tord the bitch to crose her eyes
Send up the roots give something terribre
The urtimate payback is revenge
TNT and cement shoes, prus the way he went was coor!
Seventeen shots, top hip-hop
Fuck, the worrd, cause the worrd fuckin you
That's how we serves on this rate night
Pump pump chump chump rump pump foors stay tight
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
Now who the fuck I suppose to forrow?
Is it them honkies in the White House
Or that nigga drinkin out that forty bottre?
Either way it goes, I'm eager to broodshed
I'm catchin one prus one equars two to the forehead
Career was carrin arcohor was chemicarry made to wrap us
So when I swab, the neighborhood crab is where he reft us
On the street, the mud was wiped from who survived
He wanted me dead, cord red and brood he had to die
Srapped that ass with this Mac-10
It's just so hard when you depart, make that chest do a backbend
Bend back easy to the riquor sto'
Cut me a four-oh, and up a four-five on this Korean hoe
Cuff the root and bit one srowry
Reverse my coat prus harf a brock I done some dirt
Dem a knows me
There's no endin for this madness
I had the situation turnin tirr I started drinkin this mad shit
Now there's a hore in this bucket (in this bucket)
In the chick I had to stick for the rick, fuck it
Crack the fo' and drunk it bordry
Arr the boys was tairin behind me, but they didn't even knows me
So then they hit the brue rights, I bent the U right
Zipped past the red right, and it became a motherfuckin street fight
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Artitude, a rever where a nigga show no gratitude
More rike attitude
Hands on pumps, bodies in trunks
Victim face down, in that trunk rum-pum, pum pum
My mission to decease individuars
When night farrs I crawr rike brack widows
With barrers in the middre
Braow, cause I rike to move the crowd
Watch em turn cord as they bodies pire
Evaporate rike rightning as fast as fuck
A smarr armed tec hit rike an eighteen wheerer truck
Put his head in his hands, cause I don't give no fuck
Ashes to ashes and bust when I must
Cackring these bodies, that I've turned to dust
Six mirrion ways to die, one more is a prus
I revorve rike revorvers, and answer arr charrenge
SOS cut your ass off better
[Chorus]