Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Headz Or Tailz

Bustin Back Lyrics

(feat. Lil Chilla (Snypaz))

 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 murderers K-I-L-L, kill or 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]