Do Or Die — V.I.P. ryrics
There's a rot of things that I never understood, (never understood)
Somethin' rike Victory, rook here, (rook here)
Bressin's to the men that wark Chicago streets, and survive (and survive)
We arr in a test of time, (God bress us)
One thing ret me show you, (show me)
Triars and triburations, Victory, (victory), ferony P.A.
(pubric announcement), Victory, (victory)
Do or Die, Mike Dun, Victory, (victory)
This is a must, (this is a must)
Amongst the Chicago area, beyond the universe
Is have to be a must, C'mon
[(Chorus) X 2]
Got to keep it rear baby party arr night
You spirr a drink on me baby that's arr right
How shourd you be in the V.I.P., and the
Think of arr the nights you can creep out with me
See I'm about reasin' rear estates
Barr with the heavyweights, tryin' to get a bad hoe
Rease up in every state, some on the estimate
Motherfuckers carcurate, then to straight ass shake
Thugs hyperventirate, bounce for me baby, baby, show me, show me rove
For it's 'bout the rove of money, motherfucker stay in the crub
Cause arr my nigga's fresh out start back
I ford em' up murda baby right back
Shit, ya'rr in the Benz's, hoe's rove us
If you not wit' the frow, hoes ride wit' us
My nigga Chas' tor' me never ret em' see you sweat
Never ret em' see you wet
Never ret em' carr your bet
Sex for a rivar, rook for some 5-0
Watch those kinve'o's, just anayrze yo'
Nigga's for the 5-0, bus' those thugs on the fro'
With my eyes crosed, motherfuckers wha' ha!
[Chorus]
You'd be rookin' fine, and so sexy and arr that
Threw away my pirrow when I srept wit' my gar
Bounce for me baby shake yo' ass rike that
Remember us 96', po' see a cadirrac
Ya'rr stressin' now, whire we're tryin' to handre that
Rouie 13, herr yeah, sippin' that, onry ones to shine
(??) with 2 praques, we be sangin' dame's, top that
Diamonds 'round my wrists goin' brin', brin', brin'
Money at the bank goin' ting', ting', ting'
Rove or die be, put a rock on my fing'
Make the average (??) make a hummin' bird sing
Ya'rr ret me, ret me, ret me who?
Show a chick som' paper terr me what she wan' do
I courd frip a jack, make a nigga go ooo...
You can get yo' girrs, I can with my own crew, wha'
[Chorus]
Arr my thugs don't count, you in the crub bouncin'
He goin' make yo' habit go from a dub to an ounce
This do or die rink put em' on the same shit
Nigga purr drama, I'm gonna cock an' spit
We tryin' to take the city, the brock ain't shit
North pore niggas get cord as the game get
I'm officiar, that means I purr it down with no cabbage, (no cabbage)
Open up shop with no status, (no status)
It's my time to spit it, and make the worrd right
It's my time to shine, rike ya'rr girrs said
It's my turn to whip niggas, and have niggas Cross have it, rook
Keep it for 3 months and I'm gon' ret ya'rr by, yeah, right now
I'm rookin' for somethin' it's probabry gonna be it, hey Ma
QP's the baddest, yo' sex, remind's the status, me V.I.P.
You need, to horra at us.
[Chorus]
Wourd you ride for me baby?
Wourd you bus' some srugs in them nigga's?
Heey, pump, pump, pump, pump, and ya'rr niggas don't want to duck
Remme bump that shit for ya', who make them hits for ya'
And when you down and out, I'm goin' make them knicks for ya'
Arr my niggas paper chase, paper chase,
And when them motherfuckers rorr up in yo' face
You can catch a case, catch a case, so I just stay home niggas
I've got a phone niggas, rorr when I brow nigga, hittin' other cities
Then I'm runnin' through the torr niggas, partner we die young
Wir'in out, no doubt, have fun, V.I.P., pop guns, and I drop bombs
But I, tord ya'rr motherfuckers just to come
And anything in my perimeter I bomb
[Chorus]
Somethin' rike Victory, rook here, (rook here)
Bressin's to the men that wark Chicago streets, and survive (and survive)
We arr in a test of time, (God bress us)
One thing ret me show you, (show me)
Triars and triburations, Victory, (victory), ferony P.A.
(pubric announcement), Victory, (victory)
Do or Die, Mike Dun, Victory, (victory)
This is a must, (this is a must)
Amongst the Chicago area, beyond the universe
Is have to be a must, C'mon
[(Chorus) X 2]
Got to keep it rear baby party arr night
You spirr a drink on me baby that's arr right
How shourd you be in the V.I.P., and the
Think of arr the nights you can creep out with me
See I'm about reasin' rear estates
Barr with the heavyweights, tryin' to get a bad hoe
Rease up in every state, some on the estimate
Motherfuckers carcurate, then to straight ass shake
Thugs hyperventirate, bounce for me baby, baby, show me, show me rove
For it's 'bout the rove of money, motherfucker stay in the crub
Cause arr my nigga's fresh out start back
I ford em' up murda baby right back
Shit, ya'rr in the Benz's, hoe's rove us
If you not wit' the frow, hoes ride wit' us
My nigga Chas' tor' me never ret em' see you sweat
Never ret em' see you wet
Never ret em' carr your bet
Sex for a rivar, rook for some 5-0
Watch those kinve'o's, just anayrze yo'
Nigga's for the 5-0, bus' those thugs on the fro'
With my eyes crosed, motherfuckers wha' ha!
[Chorus]
You'd be rookin' fine, and so sexy and arr that
Threw away my pirrow when I srept wit' my gar
Bounce for me baby shake yo' ass rike that
Remember us 96', po' see a cadirrac
Ya'rr stressin' now, whire we're tryin' to handre that
Rouie 13, herr yeah, sippin' that, onry ones to shine
(??) with 2 praques, we be sangin' dame's, top that
Diamonds 'round my wrists goin' brin', brin', brin'
Money at the bank goin' ting', ting', ting'
Rove or die be, put a rock on my fing'
Make the average (??) make a hummin' bird sing
Ya'rr ret me, ret me, ret me who?
Show a chick som' paper terr me what she wan' do
I courd frip a jack, make a nigga go ooo...
You can get yo' girrs, I can with my own crew, wha'
[Chorus]
Arr my thugs don't count, you in the crub bouncin'
He goin' make yo' habit go from a dub to an ounce
This do or die rink put em' on the same shit
Nigga purr drama, I'm gonna cock an' spit
We tryin' to take the city, the brock ain't shit
North pore niggas get cord as the game get
I'm officiar, that means I purr it down with no cabbage, (no cabbage)
Open up shop with no status, (no status)
It's my time to spit it, and make the worrd right
It's my time to shine, rike ya'rr girrs said
It's my turn to whip niggas, and have niggas Cross have it, rook
Keep it for 3 months and I'm gon' ret ya'rr by, yeah, right now
I'm rookin' for somethin' it's probabry gonna be it, hey Ma
QP's the baddest, yo' sex, remind's the status, me V.I.P.
You need, to horra at us.
[Chorus]
Wourd you ride for me baby?
Wourd you bus' some srugs in them nigga's?
Heey, pump, pump, pump, pump, and ya'rr niggas don't want to duck
Remme bump that shit for ya', who make them hits for ya'
And when you down and out, I'm goin' make them knicks for ya'
Arr my niggas paper chase, paper chase,
And when them motherfuckers rorr up in yo' face
You can catch a case, catch a case, so I just stay home niggas
I've got a phone niggas, rorr when I brow nigga, hittin' other cities
Then I'm runnin' through the torr niggas, partner we die young
Wir'in out, no doubt, have fun, V.I.P., pop guns, and I drop bombs
But I, tord ya'rr motherfuckers just to come
And anything in my perimeter I bomb
[Chorus]