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Tommy Wright III - Do or Die lyrics
f/ Dirty Red, Project Pimp [man preaching] Either you choose life or you choose death. Either you choose life or you choose death. Based on the decision that you make God has come and offered you life, Your enemy can only offer you death (deathrow) If you choose to stay wid your enemy Then you choose death (deathrow) If you choose to leave the enemy and strike out into the unknown..... Hook: Tommy Wright III Die motherfucka cause you knew this was a do or die Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die, I-I-It's a homicide (4x) [Verse 1: Dirty Red] In my situation, of total devastation, Spread my hustle all across the motherfuckin' nation Niggas wanna click-a, it don't matter cause you'll get buck I'm tryna make some bone first, cause I'm tearin' patches out yo heart When you start to stir like you come from Corna Village, Blood gon' start to spilly, my gat gon' start to drilly, Niggas in the head wid that infra-red beamin' Blood is steady streamin', you fuckin' wid ah demon Niggas I and murderers in the South is where I dwell Wid plenty ah clientelle and I got them gats as well So don't try to run up, cause I'm quick to pull that gun up I'm askin' questions last, cause I'm sure as hell gon' blast, A nigga in the past wid that muthafuckin' dumb shit You don't know who you fuckin' wid, I run, wid a gangsta click D-I-R-T-Y, R-E-D is not afraid ah you hoes You gon' die or I'm gon' die, and that's just how the story goes [Red talks] Yeah Dirty Red up in this bitch And I want you boys to know on Corna Village I'm not runnin', and I'm not hidin' from anyone ah you hoes You know what I'm sayin, a nigga look for me if they want to or get they ass blast, what's up my nigga Lil Bay Hook (4x) [Verse 2: Tommy Wright III] Down for my crown, ten toe down, Tommy ain't givin' a FUCK! Runnin' and gunnin' a tech in my coat When I open my trench if a nigga's best built Niggas who trippin' and scrapin' a bullet on side ah they face just for fuckin' wid Tommy, The nigga that's creepin' and sneakin' and peekin' and bustin' wide seekin' the beautiful money, Isn't it funny how a nigga get scared, Watch me put a forty-five to a nigga head Please don't shoot, first thing that he say Then he hit his knees and begin to pray Trick quit cryin' on my motherfuckin' grain Here leave him at a stand still once he hear it cock, Look him in the face, put the gun between his eyes Piss runnin' down his leg, Tommy Wright ain't surprise Do or die, cause a head know gotta go In the midst of the pistol smoke, Mind of a criminal makin' me dog out a dirty hoe when I be going for broke, (Die motherfucka, die motherfucka, die) Since that day I seen Boyz In Tha Hood I always wanted to do a drive-by, Buck a nigga down to the ground hangin' out the sunroof wid the glock cocked ready aim fire, Grippin' the forty-four, lookin' from side to side Tryna find business to be in a drive-by On the mission, as I creep deep wid a click thick as John Gotti Doggin' the bitches and hoggin' the riches and fillin' these ditches wid dead bodies.... [Tommy talks] Straight from a hood called Memphis Tennessee, Do or die no lie, this shit ain't gon' stop till my casket drop One man gang Tommy Wright the third known as Tommy three (III) Down wid ten wanted men till the world end, Street Smart in charge Hook (4x) [Verse 3: Project Pimp] Thinkin' of a plan, do or die you can try Project Pimp gon' spill yo blood, Comin' through the door who is that, finna blast wid the mask, got ah all tight glove, lunatic lunatic beggin' for mercy one hit now yo Tommy's they covered wid holes, Psycho Pimp maniac devious ready to shoot a bitch leaving yo family froze, P to the R to the O-J-E-C-T to the P-I-M-P blast Four to the four what it's cold to ya face What'cha say, I'm finna kill yo ass Fillin' you up wid hollow tips If you pray nigga you'll probably catch a slug Fuckin' wid one ah these here, nigga die nigga makin' you lose a pint ah blood, Jumpin' up outta the Chevy in the bush I will scatter and leavin' you dead in the street, Project Pimp buckin' you bitches so quicka-ly puttin' you sissy ass bitches to sleep, Lockin' him up in the trunk for those nites he was screamin' and hollerin' I know he was scared, Forty-four buck in the trunk outta luck no more bitch and I know that this nigga was dead, Runnin' and gunnin' for runnin' and funny how suckas can call themselves killas and thugs, Blastin' that hoe he was snitchin' he got a gun fillin' him up wid them forty-four slugs, Killin' and pimpin' it's all in my system so bitches and niggas got trouble for real, Rest in peace sucka don't fuck wid me Project Pimp nigga you only got one life to live, BITCH! |
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