Do Or Die Picture This[Explicit]

1.Alpha And Omega

(Do or Die)
the alpha is the beginning
the omega is the end
the alpha is when you do
the omega is when you die
so the alpha omega is when you do or die

it's unexplainable when I drop that ass like a 64
bitches from niggas to niggas to bitches and cops know
I'll appeal make a mothafucka do a cartwheel and I steal
bust lust in broad day fuck what those marks say
I'm breaking em off like dog legs
when they try to parlay thats when you all dead
I have the zone call all red (all red)
we new in the area shit is small as adams who can bust your shit
thats we packs and make stacks now who you fucking with
(don't have no backup)
who you ducking with south explainitory in your crew role
no love no glory as I come crucial
like gunflick handle your function dicks in dirt by bunches
and throw shit when I come like bitchable hood shit

I'm smoking bitches like a cigar
we are them nigga be putting bitches in back of the kizar
but so far I, pop that trunk see the leg frong
(dump those bodies, dump those bodies)
what men won't do to his enemies as I proceed
to split this bitch like a philly
feel me believe me and see me in 3D
have you heard I will use my 3rd eye
does it occur when I demonstrate the lemonade and witness
survivial fitness don't need no mix to handle my business
yes you guessed it I'm double breasted
when I flex shit 34 shots requested no exit
in the land of closed casket and this ain't the last shit

(chorus) 2x
alpha (alpha) and omega (omega)
the beginning (beginning) and the end (and the end)

I'm on some midwest throw slug to the chest shit
putting slugs where your vest fit (vest fit)
camoflauge I come with shit thats hard to dodge
raise up like a garage unseen like a mirage
in the land again just to blame the men with my
idiotic hypnotic disco tendencies
give it to ya like a centerfold when pop the individual
(pop the individual, pop the individual)

be fucking ya ass like a pretzel
lord living them gangsta shit that sounds too incredible
flex like solo toss like a photo erupt like volcanoes
omego my flow sounds too evil
into the land we go the warland of no men
material black nigga know not to fuck with
we buck quick they duck quick
coming far from this steel piece
individuals start to decrease and release those spirits
you hear it, you hear it, you hear it

(chorus)
alpha (alpha) and omega (omega)
the beginning (beginning) and the end (and the end)
alpha (alpha) and omega (omega)
the beginning (beginning) and the end (and the end)
alpha (alpha) and omega (and omega)
the do or die
alpha (alpha) and omega (omega)
is to do or die


2.Shut 'em Down


3.Po Pimp

Chorus：johnny p

Do you wanna riiide？
In the backseat, of a caddy
Chop it up, with do or die
Do you wanna riiide？
In the backseat, of a caddy
Chop it up, with do or die

Verse one： belo

Seven double oh p.m.
Fly low to them hoes in the b-m
Sippin seagram, chewin on a wheat stem
Touchin on my fo' fin
Move it to the back so i can see who beepin this po pimp
Spring to the phone with a slow limp
In a trip that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
Three line connection
As the rest of them wanted affection
Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you need
And plus we strapped with two protections
I put the phone in the hook, then i pause for a minute
Cause i forgot where i met the hoe
And the feeling i've forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
I straight up check the hoe, really doe
To the crib

Chorus

Verse two： ak-47, belo

Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
Three miles per hour
Like we runnin up on some ri-vals
Never to deny though, these bitches look fly 'lo
Introduce myself
A to the motherfuckin k finna recognize
Then i loose myself juice myself
As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls cuz they thinkin about
samplin umm
P-i, m-p, ology, but logically
We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...

Mmm, ain't this some shit, pull up in the c-a
D-i, double-l, with ah a-c, a-c hoes
They peep those, p-i, m-p, and they think that automatically
Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
M-o, n-e, but why？
Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy clothes
Fresh jewels girbaud flexin one five oh (chop chop)
Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow
To the tempo, instrumental
Real simple when you fuckin with a pimp doe
Get involved in the backseat
Let's have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
Smokin on that finest grass
Never miss what you never had, at last
P-i, m-p, ology, but logically
We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...

Chorus

Verse three： tung twista

Well a motherfucker might be broke and shit
And then collecting no dough from tips
But i be spittin mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips
To get them hoes with the oprah lips and the provokin hips
And never gotta tell her many lies
I been lookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
Cause i'm blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter complex and some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when outta me gotta be
Right, that'd be the flatter me right
But if the head the bonk c'mon suck a nigga dick
Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be like
I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
Don't be bogus and deny that
I done got a hold of dem my fellas on the train
While she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy that？
Where your ride at？
On the passenger side of your hoe
Tryin ta come up on another g
The broad all up under me tryin ta smother me
Lookin love-ly while i roll another bead, suddenly
She learned that i don't deal with emotions
But when we in the room she rubbin me with lotion
Comin like an ocean coastin have a cig thinking
Me and do or die dig drinkin love potion
The word that was never said
Twisted be givin women dick in the bed, until they sick in the
head
And if i ever leave whoever dead
They ain't trickin the feds or spittin game but it's chicken and
bread
Kickin them legs in the air like a playa do
Then belittle in a day or two
After words i'ma slay a crew
Now that's some pimp type shit that b-low and ak'll do
Wearing gray and blue
If a hoe wanna holler then you a playa if you hit them ends
And get the dividends
But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your
friends
Cause i studied p-i, m-p, ology, but logically
Be learnin these hoes biology, obviously, well...

Chorus


4.Kill Or Be Killed

Let's start it the land of heartless assassin killers
Concrete gorillas
Cold blooded mind mentally dead niggaz
Cold temperature feelers
Them ones who shoot to yo life gone
When the nights on
You body disappear into a dark zone - it on
Im mad dogging you crib with my chrome
Tapping yo phones at home
Leave yo kids all alone ？they gone
Smoked 'em from 'em blunts to leaves
Nobody want to fuck with the
Im on some pipe bomb type shit ？pull up with the
The editor (and I) ？eliminate my competitor
Time to feel the wrath of full-blooded predator
So in my head I'm on back tracking niggaz
Subtracting niggaz ？I'm about to figure ？who react with triggers
Bi-ach it up to you who react the quickest
I'm sending yo partner ransom notes
Explaining who on shit list
Cause all we represent is hit list
So remember this
In my fucking city it's kill or be killed


K- I - L - L or I'll be (x3)
Kill or be killed

I'ma take a life quick as I take a breath
And I ain't excepting this bullshit
I'm livin just like I ain't excepting death
Preconception left you son-of-bitch you stuck
Hit you with this thang ？on the tock with a name ？cause a killa
just buck
Never wire me up ？the center of yo essence past to file me up
It a be plenty mo' crimes ceases and pourin me swigs
A nigga just got fuck up
Visualize a fly gettin smashed by a battle rag
Put it in da frame Nigeroe get the picture who I am
(Who it is)
Zero muthafukin zero
Cooler than that wind when you hit that corner bitch
So don't fuck with me hoe ？cause we know
How drama calculate ？testing out niggaz fate
Keep yo head straight ？avoiding that dead weight ？shit up out
the gate
I often feel when shit get drastic
I'ma make a motherfucka notice my production of these closed
caskets
Fucked up get blasted ？since preschool on some bad shit
Your first and last pick ？its kill or be killed on you bastards


Seventeen in the mist - double you - distribute bitches is
scarred to shoot
Muthafucka done retracute ？plus bleed the few ut I gotta
execute
When I'm next to you ？automatic murder tactic become invincible
It seems you know ？lay it down motherfucka ？that how you know
You finst to go ？you bitches know ？tamper with a nigga ？jag off
In the lead off ？get you blast off ？in a Red Cross ？hit the Feds
off
Cause your heads off ？looking for the head bone ？stepping over
boundaries
Its sounds to me ？picture nigga surrounding me ？on dummy shit
But we can ball on the funny shit ？a nigga body in the hollow
tips
With extra clips hit？unload with the four pound
And I throw down - show down
Finna flow down ？you toe' down
Now I gotta finish the job ？if I wanna cover low ground
Since I'm low down
I'm maddog release these fifteens from this wanch
Yelp hit ？smoke pound ？nigga slow down
So when I hit ya with the ra-ta-tat-
Take the game ？remain the pain
Smoke the weed ？make the G's
Tame the strain ？sixteen with an L
Gotta get away tonight ？no blue and white
No bitch will do ya right
Shut 'em down stay true for life
Vause its you for life ？and I'ma choose ya life
Have a feelin lay the body turning blue tonight
Muthafucka you die

Sixteen in the clip one in my motherfuckin chamber
Loco ass nigga ？going through spells of anger ？you can anail the
danger
I'm feening the snaps so call me a hype for the static I'm
icning
My brain recycling havoc
son-of-a bitch I'm psycho dramatic
but I think I'm cursed with more than this evil shit
I can take you back to some mid-evil shit
but guess what weapons we gone pick
it all be more than a man can imagine having -- damn-it
seventeen hot ones at yo skin grabbin worse than (？？) stabbing
see my workout drama and my room is tatted
and I'm surrounded by triple darkness so dont (？) I take this
drastic
be more than disasterist
when I'm grabbin that black mask and that magazine
cat and da back
giving they ass some plastic fist
see my papa told me punking 'em out wont do no damn good
fucking with yo manhood
you handle it where that man stood, so dont ask me
if I'm of a piece a piece of pussy and a piece of fucking steel
Cause in my city bitch its kill or be killed


5.Paterchase

Chorus：

Paperchase, i'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, i'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Verse one：

I need...mo money mo money mo, suck 'em fast suck 'em slow
Even though i gotta pay my bills i'm still on the streets
Tryin' to keep it real
Pass that shit let me take a hit, hopin' this money ain't
Counterfeit
Give 'em 211 get 'em in line and let 'em 20 so(？)
Cut that money let's be up, which you wanna ride, the
Benz or the truck
Back up, get on the one way cuz more sundays hotter than monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them
blocks
Got my glock, never stick middle finger up my ass, known to
blast
Keep me down, where i'm from i'm known to clown
Get a dub off a nine, go get a sack, i'm back, pro black
Achiever, leave her, thug and ashtray
More to the fact i'm back to the scene, let in the wonder
Let all the smoke out
And if luke coulda broke out
Gotta make more stacks of these, so i z's for bud in
The breeze, ain't spittin' cheese
What a freak wanna trip off, sip off the lame with the
Game, get sick of the man who point the blame
Still a p-o, p-i,m-p, we be p-a,p-e-r...chase

Chorus：

Paperchase, i'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, i'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Verse 2：

You see my nice mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my fo
With open arms when my option is to my mission it's a paperchase
So when you face to face： mom and dollar, keep to the
Streets, hit the joints like hollow
Boy better figure if you owe them, better low then
With po-po corruption on the phone double 1-9-1-87, with
A couple of zeros
I'm sittin' there makin' dollars
Verse 2 g, nigga didn't wanna holler
Back to the streets again, but a nigga wanna go there
The game treatment so fair
Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me i'm brutal, choppin'
Up that paper like you know
Gotta click since i call them blue notes
Shippin' that paper from earth to pluto
Get that new song
Nineteen ninety-six we be paperchasin'!

Chorus：

Paperchase, i'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, i'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Verse 3：

I'm...checkin' paper like a hunter, belo
Had dreams about runnin' four to the floor
O.g.s in my house me in the clause
Nigga want cheese, nigga want more
Bumpin' all the good shit 'cause all the good shit makes
You forget about the bad bit
Now you make a nigga match wits
Never want what i never had, 'cause i never had shit
The basketball, the all, the ounce, bounce, a to the
motherfucking k
I smoke the bead but they keep on calling me and they
Want my apology
And they fall, see it's unexplainable how money's unattainable
If you play in this game
So nigga never call me names when i aim the gun but holler：
A to the motherfucking k with a motherfucking spray-ay-ay
A to the motherfucking k with a spray-ay-ay
It's 95 keep your ass out the line-up
Why don't you keep the double-time up, pimp keep them lines up
Help 'em talk to shiner, give me the best wish
The paperchase be for me 'cause you got blasted with
An eighth of a key
Niggas be be-comin' up but come or stay away
And i'll let you take your fate with three...
Bullets to the chest, put your body rest
If you know p-gang going for the g-style
Never relax, realize don't give a one-too-many free packs
Come check your ho to see i'm a g
I-get in a sick dream
Paid to pick teams in a room full of dick fiends
Much love to thugs who sacrifice their life to get greens
For the troop of 15, what the shit mean？
It's you bitch, you better save your breath, 'cause you
Can't count how many days is left
Let the weed smoke, blaze, but check, until i'm ready to wreck
Then a motherfucker gonna be paid to death
Because i'm goin' on a paperchase

Chorus：

Paperchase, i'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, i'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, i'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, i'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase


6.Playa Like Me And You

Verse one：belo

Since i'm 'lo let me flex this
If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this
Song smooth not reckless
Swing it high and ride from 'side to texas
Give the game up since i came up
Blew my name up, check out the rhythm
Make them all wanna flame up
Strike a match to a lighter
A message to a young ridah, on the sight of
Pimp poetry i make you lighter than a feather in your dime hat
Bitchin to skins, saw that
I can tell you where the mob at
At the click, summer sunnin where the broads at
Diggin all that, smokin weed until they come and we can fall
back
Shootin back for the small scratch
Trey-fo' what you call that？
Pull up my drawers girbauds and doze to pros got called
By the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond deville, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal
Took a chill, but i still had to pose
And if i pause, it's because i left my car and the phone

Chorus： johnny p

Can you smoke and ride
With a playa, like me, and you, oh babe
Can you smoke and ride
With a playa, like me, and you

Verse two： ak-47

See uhh, laid back i'ma let the proper game at two rats
In the roll like two sacks
Dub essential when my homey came up
On the same drug for layin up they holla who that
Double check, just a couple hoes
Tryin to see where my head was at
On some problem shit
Wish to be up within the party shit
With the blunts and bacardi shit
With the way she was dressed she might as well
Had nuttin on your body bitch
Hit the red on my side cause you know how a party get
Nuttin but the proper cheese
To squeeze a little on and scoot on to proper chick
But really doe, once a man advance
And bend blocks smoke the last of these
Pimp cats done cc's
Heavy g's ninety-six flippin clips bout naturally
Bags seized through darnell
Heavy sacks and drop-tops
Now look on your map and spot
Where we, r-i-d, e, and smoke

Chorus

Verse three： belo

I, made my money on the dl
Closed shop in the pontiac we bail
To the mall to ball we're all pall
Cause a brother gonna floss in front of these females
To the retail
Five double oh period double oh these suits
The girbaud with the boots
Then i scoop, up the loot
Paid the cash and dashed past the lab or the members of
Put my foot in motion, exits the sto' with my brand new gear
Spring game in her ear
Tell her miss to please me and dance till it'll make me hear
Get her dizzy off the stanberg
Girlie had to run for months to pump up but i'ma handle her
Like a man, i'ma stand if i fall
And when i fall, then the city better make the call
Left the mall, by the minutes of clothes
I suppose i get dressed to impress these hoes
Getty shoe fresh guess from head to toe
Only wearin in the do' what the playas know
Bet y'all wanna see me niggaz wanna be me
Never will they pimp free, pimp costs
And i get lost on the slide for the ave gettin high while we
ride

Chorus

Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a cad'
Choppin up the paper for my homies do or die
Whoa yeah, whoahhah, yeah
Can i say it one more time
Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a cad'
Choppin up the paper for my homies do or die
Whoa yeah, can you smoke and ride
With me baby, check it out...
Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride
C'mon girl ride ride ride ride
Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride
C'mon girl ride ride ride ride
Whoa yeah (whoa yeah)
Won't you ride with me baby (won't you ride with me baby)
With my homey belo
My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, c'mon baby, c'mon baby
Check it out
C'mon baby, oh yeah, can you ride with me baby
Ohhhwhoaaaah yeah, come girl
Won't you ride (i gotta know, i gotta know) i wanna go
Do you wanna go, yeahhh


7.Promise

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


8.6 Million

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 million ways to die

Double em' i lock the glock
To pop open up six more (？？)
Seventeen at the knees
Freeze a brother like a holocall
On the call to get all the rip off the adimin
To break a tip off the other men
Did we bury the men
Cause i'm gonna carry the man
In the land with a zombie again and me zombie again
My triple beam is my only friend
Then see become reality
(？？) it's hard to breathe
(？？) it's hard to leave
So when you all deceased
To forgot to grill
You ain't hard to kill
Flip this bitch go rich
Closed caskets, dresses
I, i, come with a meal
Shit, cause on the real (shit)
I could pick off
The lick off for real
Click, get my steel fixed, shit
Doin' what i wanna do
Doin' what i gotta do
Gotta do what i wanna do, nigga
Now i can stand on that like nor
Cut em' in two till them all in fours
If you can stand erect
Give the man a check
So watch them in a pex
See if they all the tag
Catch the t, italy to the b
Another enemy sprintin' to the meal
(？？) never have to spree
Buddy love from the kennedy
E where we he say a-k kara a-k
Spray two to me (？？)
Date two nine double in ya'll
If all fall
I pretend to take off for
Killa kill em' all
Come and see what you never saw
In the raw
Bitch, row, bitch, row, bitch, row, bitch, row
I close his eye
Them nigga with the indeg
Shoot him up with two tens
Don't give a fuck who flex
Now ask these blue
I'm gonnask these blue chick

Chorus x2
Flip this bitch get rich (6 million ways to die)
Closed casket, dresses
I, i, come with a meal (you on the real)
You just dead rum (you just dead rum)
A head strong
In a red zone

Killin niggas is a missemee
Visualize puttin' head to the guilloteen
Muset decide if i can't in a nigga drink slug
Gotta ride from the side on the barrel
The unseen
What i mean
Remember (？？)
Leavin' niggas on the scene like vegetables
And next you know
Fuckin' with the thug
(？？) of blood
Put you like a rug
I'm gonna die
I'm on the ground for long
Sayin ' but this is the lid
Cause a god, bet'cha ya know
Why don't you slow down
Nigga wanna throw down
Slippin' in the clip
And you know with the four pound
Nigga gonna pop the pill
But won't shoot to kill
So why you shoot to thrill
Because your heart ain't real
I'm let loose the steel
And afta i'm a peel
The brother shot, fuck a nigga
When his bod is steel
Cuz (？？)
I'm shootin' dums and um
Sucka it's just for fun
And once i'm on the run
I'm unstopable, dropable
Keep my eyes on the obstacle
Itty bitty bang bang
Motherfucker to the head
Leave him dead
Pain't a picture red
Cause he's hard
Leave him in the darn
Nigga dis god
If you starve
Gotta deal with my mom
Nigga bawl
If you hard
Cause finish the dime is my motto
And um
It's get to rip your test go
Let's go
Done throw those water hoes
Still the same just like ago
Cause a holocall
How you feel when you dealin' with a real g

Chorus x2
6 million, 6 million
Bitch, bitch....

Enter your neighborhood like vietnam
Everywhere i step theres a dead body
But yo've never got shit on my body party
And when you see me that's no surprise
To your eyes, you realize
When i drop bomb everyone dies
It's seems to me you other niggas wanna test my skills
Me for real
When i come with this 187
I'm from that ill state
In and makin' me be impossible (me, me)
Try and touch my body
You got to come through obstacles
Come now follow
No remorse is what you turn and will be
And when ya blow me
Thaat's when you will die instintly
Can you feel me
Got homies that was lost in the storm
Reforms of evil spirits
The seven (？？) open for the chosen ever spoken
6 million ways to die
I'm a feed ya
That super natural creature
Just save the place and i'll beat ya
(？？)
There's no one here provokin' us
Just scope and smoke is my mission
Competetor to a glance at the predetor and have ever more
(little bitch)

6 million ways to die x8
6 million years to die choose one x4


9.Search Warrant


10.Another One Dead And Gone

Chorus：just another one dead and gone (4 times)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhha
A year from now where will i be when i get blasted
I picture myself in a crime house filled with roses on my casket
All my family and friends at my funeral wipin their tears away
Mama screamin wake up im just restin till another day she falls
away
My kids are so confused cause their daddies gone left alone
Singin its so hard to say good-bye at the funeral home whats
goin on
4 nights and a rainy day to the cemetery found id be home
Come close to a call for mama she sees her baby buried
All shes carried
But im askin the lord is it ment for me to die this way
Will i live will your words see a brighter day
Crutch love for the haters for were the infrared
And everybody prays for the ride away is it time to pay
Visualize me gunned down mama told me to pass and run from the
clan
Didnt know then what i know now

Chorus： just another one dead and gone (4 times)

Lights flashin guns blastin nigger assassin
You askin how long im lastin when a nigger be blasted
Negro means of a negro
Its 187 i know sometimes those nigs know
Its all about drama
Save it for my baby mama
Im gonna tell her
When next summer comes im gonna be a crack sella
But beat me there goes my fuckin choice and shit
A nigga never be got a chance to put his voice in it
Tell me lies nigga decide what your life is like
You gotta be dealin or sellin some fuckin dope
Just to earn some fucking stripes
She said dont go with the flow
And help your hommie get off his kilo
Cause they have the neighborhood watchin your ass an the tv show
Like americas most wanted well what the fuck they want me for
Except to fight they wars
But i a young nigger with potential
Shootin game and shootin niggas thats all fundamental
Drug house since other drug house persons goin to jail for
others
Ounces why he out here free you both seein shit
Still three months and a couple of soultrains to help you think
Now how you gonna get over that shit＆..i dont know nigga

Chorus： just another one dead and gone (4 times)

I see image in the sky
Is it me i cant believe my soul would ever die
So please god tell me why
Have i committed murder did i commit a sin
Have i broke any of your laws shall i repent
Is it to late to go wish my family farewell
Before i continue on my journey dont know whether its heaven or
hell
All they have is my picture my beloved memory
They still rejoicein upon the times the way i used to be
Not a pleasant game i played to keep them happy
I knew of castles never just like my pappy
Half this death is commin at me
Hangin up my suits slowly diein
Cause all the wrong that ive done to keep my mama cryin
So much longer and if i could return id read the book of
revelations
Nigger what im facin is a no win situation
I guess this world will come to, lord
So let my parents know for them i shed no tears
What hurts the most is when a brother falls
I could see my mama ballin up and family and friends sayin kill
em all
Tell biggy smalls there aint no reason for this homicide
Money women and pride took another brother for his life
If you really want to fight put the straps down
Stand firm go toe to toe see who survives in this last round
Last down so walk away looks like you lost
For the ones who boast
Whats the outcome of this roller coast
Drive by and retaliation glock infrared
We screw up on it by an inch and hit the babies head
The babies dead an instant victim did you shoot to kill
Cause the man was live and gone and the baby still
Mom told me i was a bad ass
But to show my fast tap
Lyin never listenin to the bullshit
But the bullshit could have saved me from the three rounds
Didnt know then what i know now
Attached to my advisements
Aware of all this high-tech shit
I lost my daddy in 92 from a drunk driver
And it seem the only thing it did was made me get higher
My oldest brother away from home with shackles on
In 93 we took the ride and lost payin a ton

Just anotha one dead and gone (repeat)


11.Money Flow

Now for some typical reason
I'm rollin up some hoes, and pattin my back seat, hah
My pimpin lyrical tactics, is like a dirty kid flippin on a
mattress
Now flex this

Verse one： tung twista

Now i just be
On the front porch, with a torch, ready to scorch
Two women peepin me cause really i'm gone
In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me
Keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy i'm on
They can see i'm a cool muhfucka kickin the petty
Down with a tango on my razor fade
Peanut butter complexion to silly processions
Of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade
Like a game of spades, crack the bullshit
These days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid
Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti
Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age？
Two players in the chi, you're thinkin do or die
You and i can be naked cause i'm the love that you've been
thinkin of
The style of flow is a vocal calico
To show you with the mic i be speakin love, what's the words,
weak and numb
Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock
Try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts
Sippin after shock
I ball cause i see you all on rap-a-lot
Let's get parley and then crack the spot
Plenty henny for my crew and i ain't even broke up half a knot
Keep on holdin me while i roll to be we can smoke or ride
And you can play with me to keep the passion hot
Don't you know how the money flow

Chorus：

Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow

Verse two： belo

Mmmm, now they peep a brother rolex
Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech
Money clean like windex
Givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check
Hoe flex i'm on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew
So i see if i can have a fruit
A peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you
She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around
Smokin trees till the leaves come down
She be clothed ain't a skeezer now, show em the paper
That be caught up at your crib with your pantses down
But money maker want a triple take
Look at the nigga with the endless dividends of heavyweight
See him ridin in the c-a, d-i, double-l, a-c
Always checkin paper in tall ways
Pull em off the sprawlways
Herd a couple hoes in clothes and i'm supposed to be all day
Parley parley, dog that's how the money flow

Chorus：

Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how we do it in the 'o
Don't you know

Verse three： ak-47

Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window
Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow
Gettin paid as the night go
I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at
Where's the place that you live at？
Hit you on the phone till you be all alone
So we can get it on baby just kick back
Swiggin brews and perrier
Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do
Ak (to where) to the pen
And to tell all my niggaz to keep it strong
They ain't got long (to what) to see
Where the niggaz is kick it where a nigga kick it
Go where i go cadillac to the show
Po pimp fuck the dough hit the stage and become wicked
Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout
Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out
I'ma pull my surprise out
Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin
Deep in chicago, been doin this since the nine-oh
Comin up put a number on fryin hoes
Let the money flow

Chorus：

Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how we do it in the 'o

Verse four： nard

Now for some typical reason i'm rollin up with a hoe
And i'm pattin my back seat
I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat
Never could i come flexless, when i wreck shit
Then be dip through the chi and enjoy my lexus
Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed shit
Why you waitin for the next kid, motherfucker
Makin money just wanted to take a little get the dick wet
Get my girl in bed
Spend my money in the southern, motherfuckers
That's thuggerin, but i'ma come from the heart for start
To stop all the niggaz the bigger the trigger the larger the
dividends
Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in
Till money flow like a dreamland
But really though, could you tell me how the money flow？

Chorus：

Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how we do it in the 'o
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how we do it in the 'o