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Do or Die - Promise lyrics
Intro/Chorus: The last thing that I saw was when he cried Shot him in the face and walked away before he died (repeat 4X) Verse One: I'm pacin the flo' with the fo' pound Visualizin graphics while he talkin givin me the low down My nigga went away in ninety three and died instantly Now I'ma show the nigga you kilt 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 royalties She loyal to me, and I'ma get her to kill the nigga for me Uhh, it seems his life is in my hands And I don't plan to let it slip through the way you kilt him I'ma kill you Despite the fact that I've been shot before As long as I get this bitch-ass nigga I don't mind, dyin, so Take the lock off the pound like a pro Grab an extra clip make sure I don't come short Pull up and mad dog his whole crib Hocus pocus motherfucker I'm in your face with this hot steel The thrill to kill is unbearable I told the bitch to close her eyes Send up the roots give something terrible The ultimate payback is revenge TNT and cement shoes, plus the way he went was cool! Seventeen shots, top hip-hop Fuck, the world, cause the world fuckin you That's how we serves on this late night Pump pump chump chump rump pump fools stay tight Chorus Verse Two: Now who the fuck I suppose to follow? Is it them honkies in the White House or that nigga drinkin out that forty bottle? Either way it goes, I'm eager to bloodshed I'm catchin one plus one equals two to the forehead Career was callin alcohol was chemically made to wrap us So when I swab, the neighborhood crab is where he left us On the street, the mud was wiped from who survived He wanted me dead, cold red and blood he had to die Slapped 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 liquor sto' Cut me a four-oh, and up a four-five on this Korean hoe Cuff the loot and bit one slowly Reverse my coat plus half a block I done some dirt Dem a knows me There's no endin for this madness I had the situation turnin till I started drinkin this mad shit Now there's a hole in this bucket (in this bucket) In the chick I had to stick for the lick, fuck it Crack the fo' and drunk it boldly All the boys was tailin behind me, but they didn't even knows me So then they hit the blue lights, I bent the U right Zipped past the red light, and it became a motherfuckin street fight Chorus Verse Three: Altitude, a level where a nigga show no gratitude More like attitude Hands on pumps, bodies in trunks Victim face down, in that trunk rum-pum, pum pum My mission to decease individuals When night falls I crawl like black widows with barrels in the middle Blaow, cause I like to move the crowd Watch em turn cold as they bodies pile Evaporate like lightning as fast as fuck A small armed tec hit like an eighteen wheeler truck Put his head in his hands, cause I don't give no fuck Ashes to ashes and bust when I must Cackling these bodies, that I've turned to dust Six million ways to die, one more is a plus I revolve like revolvers, and answer all challenge SOS cut your ass off better Chorus |
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