Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Headz Or Tailz

Gangsta Shit Lyrics

Nigga we can handle this like some gentelmen

 Or we can get into some gangsta shit

 (Gangsta Shit)

 (Gangsta Shit)

 

 [Chorus]

 

 Ya'll mother fuckers want some gangsta shit

 But ya'll mother fuckers aint ready for this

 

 I knew he was bluffin

 High of that blunt he was puffin

 Talkin all that shit

 Now his whole click sufferin

 Duckin' Runnin' Hidin' Did I

 Shock the whole world

 Its just that block keep us tied in

 His own killer cried 

 In the spot that he deid in

 Went to rest from her tears 

 Off the blood that he died in

 We ridin' 

 Just becouse It's death before dishonor

 An I'ma

 Make you bitches pay for this drama

 (gangsta shit)

 

 Did you say drama

 Snatched the extra keys

 To my Hummer

 It's simply eight niggas

 About to head for this drama

 Homicidal breakin windpipe

 They keep it comin 

 Till them players like a fist fight

 Done turned into a shit site

 So when its midnight

 Its survival of the fitest

 Were nowhere near brother this 45

 Nobody knows who did this

 Nigga I ride with a gangsta bitch

 Smokin bees while I bump 

 In this gangsta shit

 

 Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit

 But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

 

 Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit

 But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

 

 Niggas we just talk like men

 So put your strap down

 All of us are killers

 In the set

 And we dont back down

 Do or Die for life

 Mutherfuckers and you know

 Niggas be commin with pistol

 When its time they dont show

 Niggas talk that bite

 What they done made

 And all that dumb shit

 Fool we done shut you down

 For round for round

 Cus you dont rush shit

 Throwin extra clips and all that shit

 And we gone waste ya

 Relissin naked bones up on the pavement

 When we face ya

 

 If a red Buick's grey'd out

 Forty niggas in the black streets

 Came out the Cain house

 Left a nigga lyin for dead

 Screamin one of his hommies names out

 I was thirteen rained out

 Couldnt see identify

 Two keys and fifty G's

 And one dead nigga off inside

 Now we ride

 Smokin bees

 And contimplatin

 Just be normal out

 Plus we a combination

 Now mark his words

 Paper chasin gon get you face down

 Whoosh

 With one bullet I leave you face down

 

 Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit

 But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

 

 Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit

 But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit