Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Picture This

Promise Lyrics

[Intro/Chorus:]

 

 The last thing that I saw was when he cried

 Shot him in the face and walked away before he died

 [repeat 4X]

 

 [Verse One:]

 

 I'm pacin the flo' with the fo'-pound

 Visualizin graphics while he talkin, givin me the low down

 My nigga went away in ninety-three and died instantly

 Now I'ma show the nigga you kilt and what he meant to me

 I put his photos in my fo'-do'

 I know where the nigga be kickin it at

 Me at him poppin it at the same hoe

 My conversation be on royalties

 She loyal to me, and I'ma get her to kill the nigga for me

 Uhh, it seems his life is in my hands

 And I don't plan to let it slip through the way you kilt him

 I'ma kill you

 Despite the fact that I've been shot before

 As long as I get this bitch-ass nigga I don't mind, dyin, so

 Take the lock off the pound like a pro

 Grab an extra clip make sure I don't come short

 Pull up and mad dog his whole crib

 Hocus pocus motherfucker I'm in your face with this hot steel

 The thrill to kill is unbearable

 I told the bitch to close her eyes

 Send up the roots give something terrible

 The ultimate payback is revenge

 TNT and cement shoes, plus the way he went was cool!

 Seventeen shots, top hip-hop

 Fuck, the world, cause the world fuckin you

 That's how we serves on this late night

 Pump pump chump chump rump pump fools stay tight

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse Two:]

 

 Now who the fuck I suppose to follow?

 Is it them honkies in the White House

 Or that nigga drinkin out that forty bottle?

 Either way it goes, I'm eager to bloodshed

 I'm catchin one plus one equals two to the forehead

 Career was callin alcohol was chemically made to wrap us

 So when I swab, the neighborhood crab is where he left us

 On the street, the mud was wiped from who survived

 He wanted me dead, cold red and blood he had to die

 Slapped that ass with this Mac-10

 It's just so hard when you depart, make that chest do a backbend

 Bend back easy to the liquor sto'

 Cut me a four-oh, and up a four-five on this Korean hoe

 Cuff the loot and bit one slowly

 Reverse my coat plus half a block I done some dirt

 Dem a knows me

 There's no endin for this madness

 I had the situation turnin till I started drinkin this mad shit

 Now there's a hole in this bucket (in this bucket)

 In the chick I had to stick for the lick, fuck it

 Crack the fo' and drunk it boldly

 All the boys was tailin behind me, but they didn't even knows me

 So then they hit the blue lights, I bent the U right

 Zipped past the red light, and it became a motherfuckin street fight

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse Three:]

 

 Altitude, a level where a nigga show no gratitude

 More like attitude

 Hands on pumps, bodies in trunks

 Victim face down, in that trunk rum-pum, pum pum

 My mission to decease individuals

 When night falls I crawl like black widows

 With barrels in the middle

 Blaow, cause I like to move the crowd

 Watch em turn cold as they bodies pile

 Evaporate like lightning as fast as fuck

 A small armed tec hit like an eighteen wheeler truck

 Put his head in his hands, cause I don't give no fuck

 Ashes to ashes and bust when I must

 Cackling these bodies, that I've turned to dust

 Six million ways to die, one more is a plus

 I revolve like revolvers, and answer all challenge

 SOS cut your ass off better

 

 [Chorus]