Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Headz Or Tailz

Caine House Lyrics

[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

 Nigga just for you I blow his brains out

 I blow his brains out

 Ill blow his mutherfuckin 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

 Nigga just for you I blow his brains out

 I blow his brains out

 Ill blow his mutherfuckin 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 shit

 Is what brings that type of drama

 What a nigga need to start doin

 Is just kidnappin your mama

 Catch me in the game for 8 years

 So watch my nigga 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 cockin Glocks 

 To pop those cops

 Makes a Mil of these blocks

 Ride in drop tops

 Be foolin with G-nocks

 Dont trust those bitches

 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 bullshit

 Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip

 When you bust at me 

 That nigga slip

 They steady runnin

 The gun

 To keep the nigga 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 

 Cock 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]

 

 Nigga 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

 Niggero you comin

 Lets leave the scene

 And go and hide out

 An miss the trippin

 Trippin an clippin

 Lets get to dippin

 Mutherfuck gonna die

 Becouse he lied 

 About my hommie flippin

 Swole head and a broke jaw

 Fuck that

 My nigga 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 ass 

 With this nine milla

 You aint fuckin with a ho

 You fuckin with a po

 That be a stone killa

 My nigga 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 asses

 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 niggas 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 fuck your chief

 His ass gonna die 

 When I load this tec

 

 [chorus]

 

 To them niggas in the pen

 Who got sent up for this bullshit

 Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas

 Thats it them niggas loyal to this game

 And some of these niggas aint your hommies

 The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies

 So when you look behind your back

 That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you

 So you watch that shit

 Its real

 About that pen nigga

 To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea