Do Or Die - Promise Lyrics
Intro/chorus:The last thing that I saw was when he criedShot him in the face and walked away before he died(repeat 4x)Verse one:Im pacin the flo with the fo-poundVisualizin graphics while he talkin, givin me the low downMy nigga went away in ninety-three and died instantlyNow ima show the nigga you kilt and what he meant to meI put his photos in my fo-doI know where the nigga be kickin it atMe at him poppin it at the same hoeMy conversation be on royaltiesShe loyal to me, and ima get her to kill the nigga for meUhh, it seems his life is in my handsAnd I dont plan to let it slip through the way you kilt himIma kill youDespite the fact that Ive been shot beforeAs long as I get this *****-ass nigga I dont mind, dyin, soTake the lock off the pound like a proGrab an extra clip make sure I dont come shortPull up and mad dog his whole cribHocus pocus mother*****er Im in your face with this hot steelThe thrill to kill is unbearableI told the ***** to close her eyesSend up the roots give something terribleThe ultimate payback is revengeTnt and cement shoes, plus the way he went was cool!Seventeen shots, top hip-hop*****, the world, cause the world *****in youThats how we serves on this late nightPump pump chump chump rump pump fools stay tightChorusVerse two:Now who the ***** I suppose to follow?Is it them honkies in the white houseOr that nigga drinkin out that forty bottle?Either way it goes, Im eager to bloodshedIm catchin one plus one equals two to the foreheadCareer was callin alcohol was chemically made to wrap usSo when I swab, the neighborhood crab is where he left usOn the street, the mud was wiped from who survivedHe wanted me dead, cold red and blood he had to dieSlapped that ass with this mac-10Its just so hard when you depart, make that chest do a backbendBend back easy to the liquor stoCut me a four-oh, and up a four-five on this korean hoeCuff the loot and bit one slowlyReverse my coat plus half a block I done some dirtDem a knows meTheres no endin for this madnessI had the situation turnin till I started drinkin this mad shitNow theres a hole in this bucket (in this bucket)In the chick I had to stick for the lick, ***** itCrack the fo and drunk it boldlyAll the boys was tailin behind me, but they didnt even knows meSo then they hit the blue lights, I bent the u rightZipped past the red light, and it became a mother*****in street fightChorusVerse three:Altitude, a level where a nigga show no gratitudeMore like attitudeHands on pumps, bodies in trunksVictim face down, in that trunk rum-pum, pum pumMy mission to decease individualsWhen night falls I crawl like black widowsWith barrels in the middleBlaow, cause I like to move the crowdWatch em turn cold as they bodies pileEvaporate like lightning as fast as *****A small armed tec hit like an eighteen wheeler truckPut his head in his hands, cause I dont give no *****Ashes to ashes and bust when I mustCackling these bodies, that Ive turned to dustSix million ways to die, one more is a plusI revolve like revolvers, and answer all challengeSos cut your ass off betterChorus
