[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
^!$$% just for you I blow his brains out
I blow his brains out

Ill blow his muther$#&@in 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
^!$$% just for you I blow his brains out
I blow his brains out

Ill blow his muther$#&@in brains out

[Verse 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 %#@!
Is what brings that type of drama

What a ^!$$% need to start doin
Is just kidnappin your mama
Catch me in the game for 8 years

So watch my ^!$$% 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 @@#!in Glocks
To pop those cops
Makes a Mil of these blocks

Ride in drop tops
Be foolin with G-nocks
Dont trust those (*##$es

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 bull%#@!
Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip
When you bust at me

That ^!$$% slip
They steady runnin
The gun

To keep the ^!$$% 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
@@#! 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]


^!$$% 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
!@^%o you comin
Lets leave the scene
And go and hide out
An miss the trippin
Trippin an clippin
Lets get to dippin

Muther$#&@ gonna die
Becouse he lied
About my hommie flippin
Swole head and a broke jaw
$#&@ that
My ^!$$% you dead an gone
But you better believe
Im bustin back
Aint got no time
For individuals
Who just wanna trip
You done broke his jaw
You done broke my law
So now I gots to dip
Now whip
Up on that $$#
With this nine milla
You aint $#&@in with a ho
You $#&@in with a po
That be a stone killa
My ^!$$% dead an gone
So rest in peace an close his casket
Thiers plenty more chances
If it takes ten years
I swear ill kill this basterd
To war zone grab that chrome
Plus the clip that matches
Retalliation is a must
Thats why Im kickin $$#es
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 ^!$$%s on the side
Whose bitin ears
By spittin negatism
I got my ninner
Off of safety
Ready to try it out
What made me do it
It was hood when I ride out
From north or south
To the east to the west
Who rolls the best
So $#&@ your chief
His $$# gonna die
When I load this tec

[chorus]

To them ^!$$%s in the pen
Who got sent up for this bull%#@!
Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas
Thats it them ^!$$%s loyal to this game
And some of these ^!$$%s aint your hommies
The ^!$$%s you think are your hommies are not your hommies
So when you look behind your back
That muther$#&@er might be havin a knife stabbin you
So you watch that %#@!
Its real
About that pen ^!$$%
To the ^!$$%s on the street an in the pen yea