Do Or Die Headz Or Tailz[Explicit]

1.Headz


2.Just Ballin'

Playas been asking, what y'all been doing lately？

Chorus (2x)：
Ask what we're doing, just ballin
Trying to keep my bills straight stacking never fallin
Caddy or a lex, trying to hit the next plateau
Flex with the roll droppin drooly go-go's
I was smoking b's since i was a po po
Got the pimp to my soul, so i'll pimp till i'm old
Hold on for a minute let me call my you know (you know)

Over chorus
There i go steppin out the caddy or a lexus, doing my thing,
Just ballin' trying to hit the next plateau,
Flexin roll rolls droppin drooly go-go's
Smoking b's

Verse 1：
You know about uno, two hoes let us flex slow, to the front row,
You know when the hoes be fallin down, think with instinction
get attention,
Should i mention, let a baller long lead that dragon staggin
lidow,
But let me proceed to approach the widow, simple complicated
like riddle,
Can't smoke a 'b' without no weed in it though,
Pimp ala 'g' got her face in the pillow, but really though,
Ain't got no time for a silly ho cause i gotta page everybody
and i'm like
Really yo,
Brother's start takin so i dial until i hit the last number,
Three bad girls from last summer,
La da da drink that we sipped in the hummer,
Meet me on the shore cause a nigga got drummer
I'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs,
Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw,
Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against
law,

Chorus (2x)

Verse 2：
Um, shimmy shaw,
Hoppin out the lex with an arm full of pretty hoes,
Put the caddy to the side, do you wanna smoke and ride,
Cause you heard that a playa just went gone,
Cause i attact all the pretty hoes,
Don mack and it's on with the pretty clothes,
And i set off the click like a centerfold,
When i'm in the mall, take a pull of the overdose of indow,
Light tint on the window, holler at the last one to bag one,
You get this 'b', take a pull and i pass one,
Roll on my wrist and escape when i flash my bad ass hoes all the
fast ass
Hoes,
I take a pose so call the ho fro,
7 after 4 go lex in my mode, mm-mm-mm if only they know,
When i get blowed slappin that show,
＞from the c-h-i-c-a-g-o, aka better known as belo,
Cause i'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs,
Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw,
Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against
law.

Chorus (2x)

Verse 3：
It was don perignon i was sippin,
Now, bout, 4 or 5 girls i was pimpin,
Now, this weed got me laughing and trippin,
Slippin clippin, smash riding the tippin,
Talk about the niggas in the game that was flippin,
Violated for the thing they say after dippin,
But squash this, see it's all about the ballin,
All the stars and the juice that a nigga be flexin,
With the 5 double o without the fins on your lexus,
Make the hoes write your taxes,
Keep it real so they know what your checkin,
Need to protection, for disrepectin a pescar recollectin,
Baby girl need some action,
Well, she can meet me at the crib for her lesson,
Smell the ass in and the weed smellin fresh and,
Shotguns in the chest and check out the blowed expression,
I wasn't really undressin, it's more than you're askin,
I'm at the click hittin acid,
And i'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs,
Hanging with the thugs havin conversation in the raw
Bumping all the hoes you saw, never choose red over law.

Chorus out


3.Pimpology

I see lookin all good with a see-through dress on
Nails pressed on, with a flex on, like lookin all ？？？
Lookin like you gotta vest on
By the way you thinkin you gotta peel with it
But if you cant deal with it
It's all cirentricals baby you aint real with it
If you down then we'll feel it
But thats all them lils said
But licks told we can pick up the looks to the field yo
We can party with p.t.s on t.p. with a tub of hennesse
Three bows ？？？ cuz they straight out da hood
Chi-town pimps that all it took
Better yet we can say this party booked
Let's ride to the corner and get some more
On the way back we can pick up some hoes
Show em how to talk out of their clothes
Handle some freaky shit behind those
See how the pimp be peeped with them flow
Do or die's all i know make em do shit they ain't did before
One more rule, dont kiss them low
Lemme do my ？？？

Chorus
I'd rather pimp youooh yeaaaaaaah (only you)
Said i'd rather pimp with you(hey)
I'd rather pimp youooh yeaaaaaaah (only youuuuuuu)
Said i'd rather pimp with you

Well lemme address myself i'm belo 5'8'and chocolockolate
Rollin in my lex you wanna sex reach in my pocket lick
What the dimmyo fo' we start roll up a philly blunt i got silly
stuck
Get you high and we have plenty fun
Park in my garage i've a dodge we can get it on
Flip discripency roam, now i got her in the zone
M-o-m-o-n-e-y i'm a po p-i-m-p
Hit this bee and do just fine afterwards just stay low key
Got no time for silly games i'm not trying to get you sprung
I got homies i get down with its not personal but
Do you really wanna ride
Just prove you down and we can get you off slip and slide
With the number one ballers that gon get suckin
Ridin boulevards flex em hard with my mini gat
Pull up on the ass shoulda shot where da hoes be at, hold me
back
Cuz i know two hoes that i'm gon creep with
Playin hard to get in '98 that i'm gon sleep with

Chorus
I'd rather pimp youooh yeaaaaaaah (only you)
Said i'd rather pimp with you (i'd rather pimp you babay)
I'd rather pimp youooh yeaaaaaaah (uhhhhhhhhhh)
Said i'd rather pimp with you

Do you wanna be in my lexus coupe smoked out,
With them tinted windows next to you
Riding tight catchin the best of views
And dont be scared to gimme a clue on whatcha wanna do
Cuz i'm a playa so i say what i feel is true
Cuz i done been around the things that you going through
And god made hard things girl for me and you ( and me and you)
Just when a nigga get some mints we got the sex through
So playas one and two from ？？？ never made through them past
years
Take pause pull outta glass here
And now we can toast to our new careers
And forget about the jealous thing
Our love in the game and how yo girls trying to rub on my thing
And i aint worried about you ruinin my name
Cuz you never seen much cream in life
Only what you dreamed in life
And when they itching me right
You be there grippin me tight
Holdin me high
Cuz i'd rather be pimpin you tonight

I'd rather pimp with youohh (yeahhhhhhh) (only you babayyy)
Said i'd rather pimp with youuuuuuuuuuuuuu ahhhhhhhh

I'd rather pimp with youuuu (yeahhh)
Said i'd rathaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Said i'd rather with youuuuuuuuuuuu

Baby baby dont you knooooooooooow
Ahhhhhhh

I'd rather pimp youohhh youohhh youohhh youohhh youohhh
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


4.Lil Sum Sum

mic check
mic check
mic check
cmon

I'm a professional, pimpin like rational
Worldwide, but it's national
you betta ask them hoes
and ask them clothes
who dat smokin beeds
talkin bout she fast to go
and blow like Curtis
double off in the lex
let me see if she worth it
gettin by so perfect
gettin by so perfect
last year I was mackin
we climbed but you grabbed too
DJ play the slow jams
sippin Don
never bro-ham
oh damn, smokin beeds
smokin beeds in my lex-land
pass the beeds to the next man
put it out in the next hand
police on my day bew
now who's them pimps that stay true
they do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you
so you can blaze too
its the pimp that laid you
i know you see me in the video's
and the radio reconition like a center fold
analize to a nigga bigga flow
its the hoes with the tight shhh
they used to the right shhh
baby girl hit your lights quick
see would the mic fit
say hello some some
check1 check2 brand new
and its all for you

Bump the ac' through the vents
Still ridin with the darker 10
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp

(uh-huh) Baby girl where the mob at (uh-huh)
you can get paid where the jobs at
ho'in aint the word disreguard that
3 men in the cad straight dime sacks
and their gators on, now who started that？
must of been a PO P
standing on you P cuz a brotha makin mo cheese
and i reach to the door like oldies
saw me in the club
better night then i hope is
Do you wanna have sex？
lay back in the lex
2 rules in effect
no stains on the seats
strap up with the tex
just tell me what you wanna do
but you know a brotha want you
flip a penny if we want to
Heads or tails on the scale, even if a brotha fails
I'll be losing clientele, but I'm still back to haunt you
baby girl come chill with me
you could learn a lot of skills with me

lay back and be real with me
make money on the side
we can dine and collide
like it's supposed to be
what it ment to me？
cuz you still need a man to
make plans to advance you
take a chance and you'll dance too
uh-huh
mic check mic check
brand new
and its all for you


I know you're lookin for the top notch
Hennessey take 2 shots, Alize just a few drops
our pimpin nation not to block
get a fade and amazed when we do shots
get the digits to my new spot
not the old gotta new flaw
come in pairs like 2 socks
me and you against the world like 2pac
and i hope you got your crew locked
can we puff to 2 glocks
why you actin like your too sharp
in the caddy get you juice-nark
better known as A to the mother fucking K
and um if its love that he want
theres no faded umm
See I'm a pimp and it's all mine
you dropped your man now your all mine
I'ma player so it takes time
defeat the purpose let me greet you
better yet say the name and I'ma meet you
PHD with a see through
did he pay？ so we move
baby girl just speak smooth
haters hate what we do
paper chasing for thee group

Well let me go back to front, front to back
in her face did I do that？
get the philly's and the green from the back
got the good game from the breeze and the macks
to the mall and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress
domp hat with the rest
head shoes and the vest clothes that I
suppose that I put em all to the test
but you can never be me though
you can learn as we grow
spittin game with a neat flow
but i never play games turn around pretty cheap hoes
CD's where the weed go？
and i love the way she ride and collide with her deap throat
remember me in the C-A-D-I double L we ride
down the ave and the AC's high
you can walk or do you wanna ride
get high, you and I (uh-huh)
Mic check 1 2, and it's all for you


5.Nobody's Home

Baby it's ya perogative what you do
I don't give a damn what he think about you
All i know is one plus one is two
We can lay back while we sip a few
Yeah it's true, you can be my boo
Tears to let out or you
All i wanna do is keep in line wit you
Doin everything if it's fine with you
Lemme pick you up at a certain time
Sit and dine drink the finest wine
Ice over cristal
Lay back peep the the scenery still and a pimp smile
In a little while
Better time and ride out
To tha finest hideout
Silver wrist and a twist
Cuz the neighboorhood homes is a risk
And uh do you really wanna ride wit me
Sit back and hide wit me
Conversate when you fly wit me
You dont need to be touched on
Makin love over rough zone
Playa hater get crushed on
Bumrushed on
Peep the game from a playa
Who survived in the rought streets
Collectin dust on my spot from the cops heat
Hit the block gon shop for some nice meat
I dont roll deep
Just a lil bit o care
Cuz a brother wanna bail to the mall
To ball wit all the blunts
Treat me right you deserve some dough
But never earn my trust
Stop trippin you can wae the bun
Sit back in the smoothe ride
Hit the block for ya homies hollarin two time
And i aint thinkin bout ya other man
All i'm thinkin bout is ends and a tight benz
But it's right there

Hook
Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's home nobody's home
(x4)

My four five-oh hit the front door
Got me chillin like a star
Out the ro ro
Place anotha hand on my georgia bull
But when i got out the truck all the hoes froze
Checkin me out like i'm po-po
Bring a friend dont go solo
Let's bail in your car
V-12 double-oh
Got a bag a weed make a left on monroe
Three philly's from the store
Got a place we can go
Drie slow make a right keep it tight
Now, park by the meter
Roll the weed up
Baby girl push ya seat up between the heater
Playa playa baby can i dirty dance wit you and ya friends
Got a v-12 double-oh benz
Plus you stackin the benjamins
Baby, puff puff pass and pull
You can get hurt like that
And why you wearin skirts like that
Do he wonder where you at
While he sellin zones you havin sex
Puttin it down
Givin up ya check
See i'm a young playa
Got game from tha vest
I can talk a zebra out it sripes if it stand there and chat
I can put my name on that
And oh
It's about four
My mama should be walkin in the door
So put on ya clothes
Remember nobody knows
Spray the air freshener before we go
Do what ya doin
But we gon smoke and ride playa like me and you
Could never be alone so pickup the phone
Baby i'm down in the zone (and nobody's home)

Oooh na na na na na na
Nobody's home nobody's home

Do you wanna take this chance wit me
I know (i know) i know he be seeing you glance at me
And oh, do you wanna live your fantasy
Let's go to your place just you and me
Take it slow
Dont cry dry your eyes
Despise the way that he treat you with lies
I be ya mary jane ya everthing
No pain
I be ya moon stars and ya sun
No rain
See it's flamin when he leave us alone
Come close
Neverfind the brakes when i'm at your home
I wont boast
Or brag when i'm next to you
True
I do all the thangs ya man wont do
For you
So here's a few things to let you know
When you're down
Here's my number when i'm far away
＞from your town
So call me when you have a need
For me
And by the way did you leave in my pocket
This g ？？？？

Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's home nobody's home
(x4)

Nobody's home (nobody's home)
(xx)

Baby boy, do or die, johnny p,
Nobody's home(xx)


6.Still Po Pimpin'

Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)
Do you wanna smoke my b (ooooooh)
Never can't you take my g's
Myyyyyyyy.. (ooooooh)

Ain't trippin got to split up the front
Approach you with a limp while i hit on the blunt
Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)
Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin
Blow to the bone as i clicked on somethin
Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin
The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin
This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach
I'm lookin at the do' females still comin
Lookin to my left and the b's still comin
Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin
Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin
Circlin the do' where the money start runnin
Took a pause, hey y'all wassup
Hey hummers in the double-r, is it a double car
Pulled over to the car
So i, asked proceeds, to pass the b's, no bitch

Chorus： johnny p (repeat 4x)

Do you wanna run with me？
Do you wanna smoke my b's？
Never could you take my g's
I'm a po p-i-m-p

Wanna be like p-i, m-p, hoes - plenty
Comin straight from the windy
Choppin up tens and twenties, mmmm!
Lean back in the corner with the dob hat
Now my nature is to ball like a democrat
In the club with hoes, and i suppose
That i've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat
You call her what you want or even all that
I been taught by the best, so put it to rest
And i confess, i'm here just to ball black
Gettin paid in the game bend a row free
Flip a penny to a dime i'm like an o-g
Go to the mall, with all of y'all
Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want b
You can ride or just smoke in the cadillac
Ac, windows down, with the top back
From a caddy to lex' to rolex
I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that？
Ever though i'm makin money in a row friend
Nickle dime ？ fiend don't approach me
If you do, we could have sex, in the caddy or lex
But keep on the low-key

Chorus

Well a motherfucker used to say i might be broke
But now i'm stackin c-notes, still dope
Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope
Me and do or die just try to cope
Sit back and like a picture take a toke
Take a stroll through the hood
It's some haters but it's still all good
Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove
In the place to be to see who i can choose
Now it's time for me to make a move
Shotry what's the lead？

I done seen your sexy walk on the pharcyde
So don't be 'passin' me by'
I'm a nigga with peas and i ain't stingy with the trees
We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high
Fiends drip, ours is full of octane
With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs
No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game
Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game
It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here
Stick a phrase while i trades on my hog road
Devine words form the pimp scroll
Get the bitch if i'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold
See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method
To runnin you try to play me in slow-vision
Picture how i'm mackin cold women
Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin
While we smokin on henny, still po pimpin'

Breakdown： johnny p (repeat 2x)

Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs
Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh

Chorus

Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!
Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with jp
Do or die, whoahhhh-oahhhh..


7.All In The Club

Its about 1：51 in the club and straight packin
With a five double-o playa playa who you back in
You lackin - i'm all up in the club gettin' action
With a ugh full of hoes
I'm smellin' like a sack and
You got my attention with your hips and thighs
Make a pimp reach his peak
With your hips and eyes
Girl you know what you do to me
Explain a monkey
Cause' you actin' like you twenty-three
Pass the hennessy
Ballin' like you true to sin
Now we all in the clubs that you be in
Like bbd
Do me in
If that's the case
Doin' head and slang off in my face
And pump that ass
This club track freek to the bass
Hold it down till' we drop it
Roll it, give it what you got, ugh
Robbin' on my body baby till' you hit the spot, huh
Dippin' big names baby roll it till' it get a wash

Chorus x1 (danny boy)
In this baby (in this baby)
Why you wanna rub on me (why you wanna rub on me)
You lookin' at my rolex
Touchin' on my diamond ring
You all at the club girl (club girl)
Shine up on a monkey on me (puttin' them monkey on me)
Don't try to get personal
Why you want to hate on me...
Why you want to hate on me
Oooh....

See some hinney flip a penny
Why you faking the funk
Heads or tails
Anyway though you got bass in your trunk
All the playas up on the side
Come and smoke with me
He live when he step rep with kenny's
Come and choke with me
From poor man
To rich man
Rich man back to poor man
All of us can party
Livin' in this low land
Ain't no favortism on this side of town
What you do is bring your mob
Bring it on or get down
Better yet lay on back in your steady b-low
Keep it real
Buddy fats and why flexin' this close
Even though we came to party
Can't say ride, say ride
In the end we fell like biggie
Now nauzea twa
In the club off in the corner, pretty girl no style
We can dip with no protection in the back of the car
Bump and grind
Who's left in line and this all because
Playas we ball because
It's goin' and it's on in the club

Chorus x1
Don't take it personal oooh...

I got a taste for some hennessy
But like they said
Now alazey put that man in me
Now it's on from ten to three at the club tonight
If you ain't grubbin' right
You better be hookin' tight
Who got a dubb to light
You take a puff and you pass it nigga
Wipe the dust off your truck
And you pass the liquor
Seven digits, figure what's the way to get picture
(diamond shinin' up my watch)
And it's known to get you
Picture me and you in the club actin' bad
Pushin' in my love
And we doin for the cab
Bend it over
Give a nigga flashbacks
I'm about to test the pain
Cause' you want me to tags at
And where you friends at
Baby don't worry get it low in a hurry
Cause' when we finish this party
You gone tell a whole story about who
Me and you what didn't did do
For your whole crew knew
(？？) i went through fool

Chorus x1

(danny boy)
Say ra, say ra
Manaj eh twa
In the back of my car
Goodness baby x3


8.Can I

Hook：
Roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far,
You just slide in to my car

I got my eyes on 52 inch, wit my fingers on chocolate thick and
richer
Smoke the last of the grass, put the dub in glass
Start smoking wit a virgin, baby doll rest ya nerves
Recline lay on back
Instead of spend a stack, pimp really kick back,
Get some ass just like that
See i never been ahead ？？？ ？？？ (lexus)
That apply to (texas)
Do or die (respect us, don't test us, get checked wit the tech
sir)
But back to your slow lord, really wanna know about your low luv
You can stop ackin' so so intimadated by the slow flow
Hurt my feelings is a no no
Let me sit beside you at the sun beach, got me trippin off the
sun heat
See you think it run me, see you think its the weed talking
Conversation on the pond, took a pause for a minute you start
walking
I know its your first time, just follow your first mind
And when you lose control, i'ma smooth ya soul
But all i really wanna know...

Hook： 2x

Can i roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far,
You just slide in to my car

Baby would you die for me, when i can't see give a eye for me,
Lay to the side and cry for me, when i'm in my grave say bye for
me
Cause i might be, chilling with ya blasmphemy, lay low while i
past the b
If you really wanna ride when the time is right, put it off to
the side come
On, ride ride wit daddy
Down past in the caddy, spittin' honey in ya ear like a bumble
bee
Won't 'cha men's come run wit me, let me show you what fun can
be
Choppin up from beyond the sea
Ain't this some (shhh...) still playa hate cause i kept real
Never asked for a free meal, all i asked if i work coming up
from the dirt
Show me luv not a fake thrill
I'ma flirt wit the girls and um make sure that they worth time
and personal
Travel round the world and um make they money while have fun,
gotta have em,
Parly everday wit my homies
I will never leave you lonely, i keep it real for my homey
Feel, never down out and lonely, come on

Hook： 2x

Can i, roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far,
You just slide in to my car

And they know when i be on, in the back of a caddy ridin' three
strong
Roll the bees on, hit the switch on the six, roll the caddy wit
d's on
To the head and the weed gone
See the mansion doors, dipping through house wit the ？？？ doors
Wait to you get to the marble floors, like a persian rug,
Cow gun in the tub
Ain't got the mind for luv making, cause i'll leave you where i
found you at
The club shakin'
Cause i'll do you like bruson bacon
Baby maybe i'm mistaken,
It ain't no simp in me, its all pimp in me
And i can tell ya flip a g stack
And if its you let it bring three back
And now the p-i-m-p's back
Now let me rub, massage you relax


Baby its like p-o-p-i-m-p, olgy
But obviously, joe don't wanna be a player no mo'
So what i really wanna know is...

Hook： 2x

Can i roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far,
You just slide in to my car

Can i roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
2x to end


9.Choppin Up That Paper

Chorus：1x
(val young)
Choppin up that paper(with you) i do it for you
You know you got me lovin you
Choppin up that paper(with you) i do
You got me love-in youuuuuu

Verse 1：
(ak)

Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in that
high-class luxury
No matter me, i'm a trustin g
Says shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really
really wanna ride
Wit me？
Now happy here and there aint now love lost, fitty cars with
these bumps
But you others always want some and tell me true or false
I know you got tight game, but your game been peeped too
Monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and i'll feel you
We can ride in the backseat drunk type all night
Sun up til the moonlight, true dat(true dat), baby but you knew
dat
First you gotta understand(uh-huh) we makin pennys out of
dollars
And boys out of grown men, from chi to texas to los angeles
smokin canibus
Puffin phillys after phillys i got my homies in atlanta on a
burner actin
Silly
But lets pause back gettin back and when we call fax,
I know you cant see it, but i'm all that
You got the video of me and twista ridin in the benz／lac
But tell me can you fade back？
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l, double a-c always

Chorus 1x

Verse 2
(ak)

Women love my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry
Point the finger if you know its me, so flow when the lights on
Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone
Dead wrong, if you think that i, am on the paper chase cause you
seent that i
Kick it on the sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin hene
spead your love
And show love and not pro-long
And for a minute i can get wit when i gone tax on your hips and
thighs lips
And i
Seems better when we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and
g stacks
But remember when we packed, tennessee dont need that
But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many hoes you
can go
Through
I aint hatin cause she told you see i'm a boss player who can
sit back and
Floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really wanna ride
on the side
And chop it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a
puff, get high
Wit me
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l double a-c always

Chorus 1x

Verse 3：
(ak)

Now identify who it was that labeled me, systamatic its a habit,
situation
When i'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a blunt
i did,
So why you actin (？) we gettin crunk and did,
Run around givin g shot, party til the beat stop, divin in the
pool and the
Rules, oh they all dead, choppin up the paper so we all rich,
and take a puff
To the head til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, chrystille,
now you lady
Wanna do it again
To an end, in a couple (？)
Less than jeeps then bentleys, vip and the whole 9
We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin,
just dippin
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l , double a-c always

Chorus 2x

Fade out


10.Gangsta Shit

Nigga we can handle this like some gentelmen
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
(gangsta shit)
(gangsta shit)

Chorus

Ya'll mother fuckers want some gangsta shit
But ya'll mother fuckers aint ready for this

I knew he was bluffin
High of that blunt he was puffin
Talkin all that shit
Now his whole click sufferin
Duckin' runnin' hidin' did i
Shock the whole world
Its just that block keep us tied in
His own killer cried
In the spot that he deid in
Went to rest from her tears
Off the blood that he died in
We ridin'
Just becouse it's death before dishonor
An i'ma
Make you bitches pay for this drama
(gangsta shit)

Did you say drama
Snatched the extra keys
To my hummer
It's simply eight niggas
About to head for this drama
Homicidal breakin windpipe
They keep it comin
Till them players like a fist fight
Done turned into a shit site
So when its midnight
Its survival of the fitest
Were nowhere near brother this 45
Nobody knows who did this
Nigga i ride with a gangsta bitch
Smokin bees while i bump
In this gangsta shit

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

Niggas we just talk like men
So put your strap down
All of us are killers
In the set
And we dont back down
Do or die for life
Mutherfuckers and you know
Niggas be commin with pistol
When its time they dont show
Niggas talk that bite
What they done made
And all that dumb shit
Fool we done shut you down
For round for round
Cus you dont rush shit
Throwin extra clips and all that shit
And we gone waste ya
Relissin naked bones up on the pavement
When we face ya

If a red buick's grey'd out
Forty niggas in the black streets
Came out the cain house
Left a nigga lyin for dead
Screamin one of his hommies names out
I was thirteen rained out
Couldnt see identify
Two keys and fifty g's
And one dead nigga off inside
Now we ride
Smokin bees
And contimplatin
Just be normal out
Plus we a combination
Now mark his words
Paper chasin gon get you face down
Whoosh
With one bullet i leave you face down

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit


11.Bustin Back

Motherfuckers bust at me, you better believe i'm bustin back
(2x)

Verse 1

Mutha fuckaz at, war, an they line up at the door
Nigga what you robbin me for, bailin with the killaz
Took a shot at the door, nigga you ain't know
Ain't no art of that war, fuck war
We can take it to the streets, muthafuck bone an it's on when we
meet
Never ride alone cuz i roll one deep
Black four-five on me like a sheep, i creep
In the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your
city
It's a pity when you fuck with the chi
Nigga if i die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot
An why, cuz you fuckin with the bitch killa
Like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla
Cuz i'm a straight at war, nigga fuck a bone killa
Every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga, never zone nigga
Step into my zone, nigga feel tha vibe of a chrome
Infared beam an it see that your gone
Not many men that'll kill in they zone, we strong
Motherfucker wanna run up then it's on, lets go
An you been up to some, no play
I'ma catch you on yo off day
Hit yo ass in the head wit a bat time to war play
Nigga hoes, an yo wife too, fuck yo bitch an your rap
An yo style an yo life too
Ain't no tellin what we might do
Rap-a-lot muthafucka, an i'm down with the right crew
An now i call for the right 2
Split yo muthafuckin head down the center like like atomic
Boom! did yo dawg an you like who
Switch bitch 'fore you ask what which would you die soon

(chorus 2x)

We some windaz, k-i-l-l, kill be killed
(mutha fuckaz bust at me, you better believe i'm bustin back)

Verse 2

Nigga whats all that bluffin 'fo
Steady mackin tough, but we know y'all some hoes
Steppin wrong to the sny or do or die,
The whole c-h-i gonna roll
So what up bitch, you done fucked up now, pal
Disrespect the wrong town, clown
Step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop i gotta kill
Just gotta pull it, clone what
An leave yo whole click get struck
Fuck around left bone stuck, bone fucked
All your boys hollerin bone duck, what was that
Children cryin fo tellin cuz we be goin to work
This chi town cap peela
Hit 'em up for knockin the world for a minute
Yo punk dont play so you better get a little
Nigga want war pack the atf blast out
Yo whole gun started killin bitch faster, i hit the stash out
Get the cash out, i get the gas out, then we mashed out
Nigga, dash out, mash out, hit the next bitch
An shout right now from the lexus
Fuck bone cuz it's on in my city, so stick it, stick it
Stick it, stick it, bitch now what？

Verse 3

I'm sick of all this bullshit
Watch a muthafucka full flip, when i pull it
Can't wait til i see you, to bad i wouldn't wanna be you
An ain't no doubt creep too, blast yo ass wit a three-two
My four-five gonna meet you, bone
Thug ass harmonies, you can't fuck wit the chi town armory
Hit 'em all when they come wit these
Caulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3
Come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can be
When you come here from that east 1999
For fuckin wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap
An what you lookin for, you gonna find
Losin holes in my gold gat
In full ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh
I know your high on green, you messed
Pass out all stressed up, i'm at the end of the world so catch
up
Cuz we blast y'all keep in wit the masters
An i'm in it to win it, will i serve a bitch
I'm my brothers keeper til i, die an deserve this bitch

(chorus 4x)

Verse 4

Better be remotivated wit a mack 10
Masked assassin blastin, killin mutha fuckaz passion
Bullets crash we load them thangs
So muthafuckaz seen hoes who strain
I can hear they voices prayin, none of y'all bitches adapt to
pain
Well if you can't pick up pain, pick up pain
Say my name, a to the muthafuckin k
On that note nigga i close yo casket bastard
That flower shit thats high an drastic
Supposed to be, y'all bitches ain't cold to me, it was told to
me
That y'all react to drama when it comes to guns an shit
Ain't gotta do the po's, yo click ain't too hard
Our click to serve a bitch
Only chi town niggaz do run it like this
Only chi town niggaz do run it like this
Only chi town niggaz do run it like this
Take yo wig, flip you bitch, cross our roads
We'll break your souls, like triple darkness they say we cold
My 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clip
An leave yo whole crew sick my dick
An you hollin hot ones, my niggaz be hollerin hot ones
Dig my shit then i shot one, does that mean i got one
That all you bitches better dodge for life
You want pocket, heres yo strap(strap) fo life(life)

(chorus 4x)


12.Ultimate Shutdown

Verse one：

This be those zero mutherfuckers and i'm full of that liquor
Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper
Better roll much quicker
Niggas think i'm token
Cus i'm not workin
And he ain't gonna setup shop
If i die tonight then i pay the price
But he ain't gonna take my block
Mutherfuck them down
Just give 'em them pack
They'll keep on comin
If a nig try to clown
Then i swear on mom
Better keep on runnin
Ya call yo' man
I'ma call me man
Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo'
Kill one i'ma kill ten
And thier whole damn mob
Prepare to die fo'
Keep one in the hole
Better get your jack
Cus i'm real when i roll
When i'm up in a bowl
Woulda hit him in the dark
And in the light
I still wont miss
With a gat an ？？？
Muthafucker i'm a go-getter
Hit a nigga in the spot
And that's so bitter
If a nigga ain't a man
He'll fo' fitter
All them eyes on yours
So you know strillah
To a po' killa
Think i'm doped gettin hype
Trippin fiend bout to explode
Dressed up black clothes
An layin them hoes
Tight when the bus gonna get low
Cus ？？
Let's work from the fo' fo'
Blew the mutherfuckin' head
Like a mojo
She smelled like ho-bo
Shes scattin' dirt
Gettin work for the po-po
Shut em down

Chorus：

Go on nigga nigga do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Were dat nigga now
Were dat nigga now

Go on nigga nigga do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Were dat nigga now
Were dat nigga now

Go on nigga nigga do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Were dat nigga now
Were dat nigga now

Go on nigga nigga do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Were dat nigga now
Were dat nigga now

Verse two：

Now it's my ？？？ brother
Older niggas and g's
For sellin weed on my spot
But how in the fuck
You gonna work my block
Im supposed to be supreme chief
In this area
And since you didn't get up with me
Mutherfucker im'a bury ya
The bigger the merrier
I stack more g's
So im ahead of ya
Im bettin ya
The average field of a thousand niggas
Ain't scared of ya
So you have that nerve
To cross the nation with your bitch ass
Only got one proof
That's why you kiss ass
Cover your face
While you get blast
Them unseen murderer's
Come in a dark mask
So drop your glock before
That toe done tagged
Or get smashed
I'ma make them
Feel a hundred of berrettas
Through they sweater
I told you i was goin' get ya
And knock you out the picture

Chorus

Verse three：

Now gettin my sack
Get a mutherfucker whacked
Kill a mutherfuckin nigga
Over two keys
If the bitch got beef with a nigga
Its the nigga ？？
And i'm all in the face with uzi
Shut the trick down
Where the bitch now
？？？ cuts them all and the bitch down
Lookin for the young punk
Put em all in the trunk
Get assualt with pump
Cus they trick made
Nigga all them flyin
Dope fiends shy'in
Callin security
It's just ya punk ass
Just ain't feelin me
Take this an that
Woke up in the mornin
And kissed the gat
Stash the patch
Pass the gat
While then fuck your nation
What you facin
Violation
Clean your neck
Off this ？？ off my set
Aim for the hill
What the fuck you said
Nigga ol chief
We all to rush
Home which we all
Don't stress
Bulletproof bullets
Through your bulletproof vest
Screamin down to the rain god
Shoot for me
Get your game guy
Po-po just can't hang now
Dummie blow
Step on my toe
What you own
This life an soul
Money can't get you
Out of this hole
Here my nigga
So it's time ta unload
Fuck what your heard
It's what you told
Back up
Before you lack up
Ugh whole troop get stacked up
Ugh max up when you act up
Shit watch me clown to shut em down

Chorus：

Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now

Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now

Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now

Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now

Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down


13.Who Am I

(chorus x 2)
Who am i？ scar mother fucking face
Who am i？ a to the mother fucking k
Who am i？ belo mother fucking zero
Who am i？ niggas ain't ready to die

(scarface)
Who the fuck am i？
A born killer with no conscience
Leaving niggas with holes in their heads unconscience
No second chances
Cos in this game no one advances
You made your move and fucked up now the devil dances
No scrilla for this just murderers with blocks
To run up on their dick and hit em and get em hot
With a 357 slug pointed at your nose
Left a bloody mess and a note stuck between your toes
You fuck with me nigga you're fucking with the warrior
Anybody destroying you're packing the sig sauer
Putting niggas off in body bags cos in this game you take no
prisoners
Leave it in blood hare krishna
Nobody's breathing niggas stuck on getting even
You die this evening insanity gon be my reason
I trail niggas fill niggas and kill niggas
I introduce the ways that are wicked to real niggas

(chorus x 2)

(ak)
Who ever epitomise
And idolise my murderous skills
With this vivid imagination and slugs that kill
Off in the zone unorthodox with the world on blocks
It's unexplainable how i got these bitch niggas locked
Keep my eyes on my safe and keep this murderous flavour
Since i picked up a strap i've had this murderous behaviour
Spread the whole clip around and get the fuck outta dodge
I got a ride full of straps in my homies backyard
It's too cold to proceed without a block to start
Watch a gat blows him apart as the bullets depart
Now who the fuck am i？ is the question you ask
Can't be touched or fucked with is all you need to know
It's 1998 plus you bitches got to go
And y'all cain't fuck with me and tell em why
My adrenaline rush on jump
Plus you got my arm beneath grabbing with the double barrel pump

(chorus x 2)

(belo)
I hear some niggas talking loud like we been stealing this shit
Just say you hate me cock the bullshit don't you grip on my dick
It's belo zero mother fuckers same sick ass nut
Drink a brew and smoke some weed and blow your bitch ass up
I put in work so recognise i carry my shit on my chest
More respect and i neglect to come up back with the vest
I never seen a thousand soldiers hit the dirt on your roll
Fuck your chief and all the soldiers i'm a king on my own
I'm coming with force down with big chief nigga rapalot style
Grip sixteens and triple beams will leave that ass on the pile
Walk on down and see the light cos i'm not faking the shit
I told you once that i'm a soldier i'm just taking your shit
Now who am i a born killer nigga fuck what you heard
I'm too delirious and serious i ain't like a nerd
Fuck around and call the coroner dig your whole ass up
Separate your head from the spam and leave your bitch ass stuck
Nigga...

(chorus x 2)

(n.a.r.d)
Retaliation is a must
I see niggas from behind so i bust
My desert eagles gon to catch you when they duck
Now what the purpose when they still gon get struck
And leave they brains fucked up
I don't know why they put they eyes on me
Cos i'm a black material killer trying to keep it low key
Now what it was they probably didn't know it was me
But that goes to show em that fancy bitches focus just be
They want to look up on my rolex while i spot on my heat
They see my lexus car shining when i been on the streets
With no ticket on it but still they try to find out what's in it
It's a black nigga with a black chrome on the seat
In the dark zone it's on
And hell yeah i used to push packs
Taking niggas straps and pimping bitches in 'lacs
Matter of fact this shit i rap about i did before
See it ain't no studio mother fucker just stepping through these
doors

(chorus x 2)

We can't be fucked with we can't be touched
Cos the drama that we bring is just too much it's just too much
Do or die do or die
Cos the drama that we bring is just too much it's just too much


14.Caine House

Chorus

So i told you where i hang out
Ya got some sellin then
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin up out the cain house
Nigga just for you i blow his brains out
I blow his brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out

So i told you where i hang out
Ya got some sellin then
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin up out the cain house
Nigga just for you i blow his brains out
I blow his brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out

Verso one

Two of my hommies got killed
From the hollow point tips
Cepts it looks like hell
Three point five million
From those narcotic sells
Gang signs thats maile
Seventy two hours incarcerated
All becouse my hood floss bloody body's
On the pavement
That playa hater shit
Is what brings that type of drama
What a nigga need to start doin
Is just kidnappin your mama
Catch me in the game for 8 years
So watch my nigga catch stripes
In the middle of the night
Seein fiends smoke pipes
Dub sacks an coniac
Helps me deal with these phonies
Busters sellin for g's that i stack
From the back to ponies
I got hommies with l's on they backs
Who fell through the crack
And hidin shank's under they mattress
Where were you
When will you realise
When cockin glocks
To pop those cops
Makes a mil of these blocks
Ride in drop tops
Be foolin with g-nocks
Dont trust those bitches
They choose to squish and let em squeel
Go ahead and trust em
You'll have no money screamin biaatch
To tha billi ba-bang
The reflections drummin like solo
Hold on like en vogue
Put out that endo
Let down the window
Tec's to our set
Seventeen to mix with the bullshit
Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip
When you bust at me
That nigga slip
They steady runnin
The gun
To keep the nigga off that lay low
Got niggs on the pay roll
That'll kill when i say so
Three hay-lo's
It gets so fatel
On warnell talk to no one
Sometimes it gets to the point i
Cock my ho's see what im sayin

Chorus

Verse two

The lord is smokin
Thats why my life
Has been this livin hell
For the thug life up on the street
And to the prison cell
Unlawfull use is what
They caught me with a tec-9
An do they got probable cause
They never did take no time
Steady use of prison
Took another brothers man hood
They choose next time
Up under the bench
They say its all good
But i was young
Didnt know any better
Although i did comp out the bootcamp
Fly to give a brotha seven
Years of prison teirs
My hommies pourin beers
I guess this henny
Should be life of what a thug lives
My only hurt
Maybe wont be my last
But heres a tip for these cops
Next time im goin out with a blast
So if you look up in this black man's
Eyes of straight madness
Ready to buck you down
Upon the ground
For all my past teachers
Give your souls up
If your showed up
Dont hold up
We do or die
And you know we
Straight soldiers

Chorus

Nigga i got your back
You got mine
Lets keep it comin
Throw your guns in the air
Uh-uh no time for runnin
They'll miss the gunnin
Its do or die
When we ride out
Niggero you comin
Lets leave the scene
And go and hide out
An miss the trippin
Trippin an clippin
Lets get to dippin
Mutherfuck gonna die
Becouse he lied
About my hommie flippin
Swole head and a broke jaw
Fuck that
My nigga you dead an gone
But you better believe
Im bustin back
Aint got no time
For individuals
Who just wanna trip
You done broke his jaw
You done broke my law
So now i gots to dip
Now whip
Up on that ass
With this nine milla
You aint fuckin with a ho
You fuckin with a po
That be a stone killa
My nigga dead an gone
So rest in peace an close his casket
Thiers plenty more chances
If it takes ten years
I swear ill kill this basterd
To war zone grab that chrome
Plus the clip that matches
Retalliation is a must
Thats why im kickin asses
These bhn they straight be trippin
Cus the hood i come from
Thats why im packin
Fully be jackin
Cus these ho's dont want none
Cant get along
Keep this mo
Im talkin player rythem
Got niggas on the side
Whose bitin ears
By spittin negatism
I got my ninner
Off of safety
Ready to try it out
What made me do it
It was hood when i ride out
From north or south
To the east to the west
Who rolls the best
So fuck your chief
His ass gonna die
When i load this tec

Chorus

To them niggas in the pen
Who got sent up for this bullshit
Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas
Thats it them niggas loyal to this game
And some of these niggas aint your hommies
The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies
So when you look behind your back
That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you
So you watch that shit
Its real
About that pen nigga
To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea


15.Under Surveillance


16.Dead Or Alive

(chorus x 4)
Wanted dead or alive

(ak)
I don't know which way to go
Fuck it might as well go both
Cos these niggas want my soul
Get these mother fuckers trying to reload
Got my index on the trigger
Screaming why am i selling figure
Introduce you to your digger
Put your ass beside the vicar
See i know where you hang
You got some killers in your gang
Plus i'm gon be the blame
For leaving the mother fucker unrestrained
Piper shots to the brain bitch
Say my name and watch me get the five shots
Shooting nine lots
Give me props
I shoot a cop then i watch his body drop
Gotta make this crooked cop stop it
If i go to the pen watch my back and we can all break out
I'm screaming free me
Until we get parole i'm shaking d.p
Believe me i'm a kill them on t.v with the glock on the repeat
Putting all their souls deep you're watered down and so weak
Dead or alive so recognise that i got shots for my guys
Between your eyes mother fucker rapalot for life

(chorus x 4)

(belo)
Don't want to hang out
Want to grab this tek and blow my brains out
Nigga you got some problems i got my own don't call my name out
If the bullets rang out
For the fuck why they wanna see me
Who the fuck gon wanna be me
Lay down and know that you're free
Kill the bullshit cos a nigga gon bullshit
Smoke weed and worry
Separate keys get dirty
I'm calling on god he's worth it he's worth it
My daddy left me lonely
My friend that i call my homey
Who got me just like only
Keeping the dark trying to ride this pony
My nigga mo is locked up
My brother twan's locked up
Plant the grass on e's and rock up
Three of my brothers and no mo
No jealous slays no fo fo
In the hand where you put that po po
Free all my niggas
For the rule's this world free em all that figures
Now take this nigga
Face down mother fucker and gon meet your digger
Get up stand up don't give up get paid and live up
Mother fucker made up break all this bullshit
I'm gunning with the full clip
And still most wanted

(chorus x 4)

(n.a.r.d)
See i'm stressed with pain
My grandmama told me that i was blessed with the game
I took it and i sold my whole life to the game
So everything i thought my whole heart i gave
From g-packs to weed packs
It's going to give me problems i really don't need that
See i got a boy on my back
That i been running since them ways back
Tell uncle sam that i'm gon stay black
And fuck those silly cars stirring my shit up under this six
flat
And tell them hoes who be diamond kissers
Trying to take control of a niggas riches
They can get they nose out a niggas business for it
Down here treying to set the wife off the fix and i don't play
that
Praying for my downfall i'm making
Dome shots on all y'all
Got us retaliating like outlaws
Dead or alive mother fucker i'm black bro

(chorus x 8)


17.Tailz Feat. Bushwick Bill