Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Back 2 The Game

Diamenz Lyrics

(feat. Johnny P)

 [N.A.R.D. / Johnny P]

 So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok

 Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade) 

 Do or Die Ridin through the cold Chi (riding so high)

 Back 2 the game yall (were back Belo, AK)

 Some pimpology (escalade) so obviously we learned there biology

 (Do or Die J. P. lets ride)

 

 [N.A.R.D.]

 Do you love, money, chasin papers and doin capers

 Bending the chi and then vegas like you one of the Lakers

 Steady cuffin that paper, ladys can't fake us, so I stay cautious regardless

 Like a million dollars keep sparkin better yet its that V.I.P barkin

 (niggaz aint ready to die)

 Cause please, that be me sparkin sharp and bendin calm in that lac

 Bendin hard with ladys slobbin and bobbin

 Aww man I been on that chick since back in college

 See, she like them top notch with the glock cocked

 Put the money and glock block them CEO's who invest in stock plots

 Substance blowin out the sunroof with your drop top

 Smokin on that chop flop ladys call me pa pa and groupies call me na na

 So cha cha like legit do whatever suits that fit you

 If paper be your issue, then you be your issue

 But this paper make that paper, and this paper make that paper,

 This paper make that paper so you stay away from haters

 

 [Chorus, Johnny P]

 We ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top,

 Diggin in the scene with a gangster lean ohhhohhhhhh.. ohhoohhhh

 We ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top,

 Diggin in the scene with a pimp lean ohhohhhh my my can you smoke and ride

 

 [AK 47]

 You can see it in my eyes when I'm hustlin, burnt up tryin to come up from

 Nothing

 I be stackin them stacks bringin em back in the back of the lac

 Talkin in codes to the burn outs hustlin daily got me turned out

 You know my motto to invest and chase that paper like lotto

 Follow, tryin to bring back money in car loads

 But its hard to listen when you tryin to get that platinum benzy

 Or purchase a home for my belo luxury home with a platinum visa

 Its hard to imagine something like a nigga tryin to catch an orgasm

 Track that feeling like a spasm

 Tryin to study passin, got a passion gotta count that cheese

 They off in the breeze but it aint nothing

 If you got that paper then say something

 Better put it away Cause the day comin when you fall off,

 When you just wanna hall off with four sawed offs blow it all off

 Recognise its the big faces that count, better yet better stay flexed

 Check the paper stay stressed and get all the dough whether its fast or slow

 Get up to the point where the cash will flow

 Burger King and Mcdonalds really aint the way the best will go

 And its so cold in these windy streets

 When the ends meet your life will be ends deep with white shit

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Belo Zero]

 This is my motto, pop the first bottle

 Louie call 1 3 grab the key then follow

 Ride up to my home paid for mansion celebrating you ladys on tables dance on

 M O N E Y got to have it me I remember hustlin when I was a shorty

 Now or a forty X5 5 of those sit back relax and private show

 No how it go more money more problem well the problem is you solve it

 Don't let the money become you you take it and revolve it

 No matter how you get it you hustle and go get it square stick with it

 Make sure all the numbers split Cause all of them done did it

 The Rockafellers Stellers and Jones

 To many other people got paper but we homeless

 And let alone this, we chillin while we swervin bumpin 92.3 in the suburban

 Hittin curbs in city fresh yall Proda to the feet bonapetite

 No second guess yall we confess yall love the curency don't you playa hate

 Love the game you can't worry me, you can't worry me

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [N.A.R.D.]

 J P, J P

 Everybody may not have a great big Cadillac

 Gangsta white walls, TV's and antennas in the back (uh uh)

 Some peoples may not have a car at all

 But they got to remember brothers and sisters (remember)

 We still can pimp talk, rotate them gangster white walls

 Never givin a dime to a broad (no no never)

 And we gone keep on pimpin baby (keep pimpin)

 We gone keep on pimpin baby (for real)

 Untill somebody turn the lights out, so J. P. come on bring us home

 

 [Johnny P]

 Yeah, wohhhhohhhohhhh wohhhohhhh

 I just wanna feel, Cause you may not have a gravy kind of life

 Diamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin in the scene with a gangster lean

 You may night driiivvveee no car at all, ohh myyy

 But you can still stand tall, still stand tall... hooo

 Cause I'm ridin in my escalade

 Ridin

 Ridin

 Ridin