Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Victory

Keep It Real Lyrics

(feat. Johnny P)

 [car starts]

 Uhh, for the two G's, for the millenium

 Do or Die

 

 [Johnny P]

 Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain't gon' pay no bills

 

 [Chorus: Johnny P + Do or Die]

 

 Police - can't see me ballin

 Sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey

 And I - can never pay your bills

 Cause I gotta keep it real, real, real

 I got my key on the passenger side

 So ain't no scrub in me, me, me

 Police - can't see me ballin

 Sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey

 

 [Verse One]

 First of all, you can shut it down baby

 Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby

 Get down for wars an' I'm, livin my life under the gun

 And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em

 And that's the victom of the shorties in my grill

 Askin me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills

 Do I gots the flex to get wit cha, paint you a cold picture

 See - y'all the ones got me slappin out

 And all my homeboys jappin out

 Crappin out, love that, where my Crips and my Bloods at?

 Lords at, G's at, feedback, need that

 Niggaz blaze that weed sack

 I'll cop a drop wit that knees fat

 Y'all can't see me, best-ta believe that

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse Two]

 This shit hit the back door, by the way

 Why you tryin' to play that mack fo'?

 If a nigga gotta pay a triple X hoe, 

 Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho

 Open up let some air through the window

 I could never give my money to a bimbo

 Real players get high off endo

 Make cash like the owners of the Timbo

 Chi-Town, real player, real true love

 20 inch on the rims, fucker says what?

 Bet the po' to the next thug

 Recognize the queen, you come to me

 But you gotta see, you're a what-what?

 Gotta sign the puh-puh; flip bitch

 Hit the block, I'ma rhyme in the Hummer

 Better be on some platnium shit

 Roley bling bling, keep a gat wanna snap it

 Been well known to react quick

 When they see I got a star, they pause and they react quick

 I'm immune to the hot shit, nevertheless

 Shitty-sha(??) just beware of where the hat fit

 Yo pimp where the plastic?

 This pimp, real pimp, it's the pimp like a maverick

 Playerism is a habit

 I'm at the club wit 'um wit Crystal, what what

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse Three]

 Lil' baller be me, can't see me

 Never get her with a TV, cause we be

 In the five-double-oh, posed with the clothes

 (??) dyslexic on the passenger side

 Don't mean that I ain't got the keys to ride

 She's the pie, my, my, my

 We done came to fuck and get gone, pay no bills

 Flex the mind to make the bank to bounce

 Nigga bounce shit like the Dirty South

 Watch that shit with a dirty mouth

 Know you ain't mad, ain't splurgin out

 But if ya heard me out, on the passenger side

 Care to bore me with the rest of the guys?

 Spittin blunts, droppin jewels

 Spittin at hoes, that'll be cool

 

 [Johnny P]

 Pay no bills, pay no bills

 Pay no bills, pay no..

 I gotta keep it real, so I can't pay this here

 Why you all up in my grill?

 You can tell me about it, to pay the bill, pay the bill

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Johnny P]

 I got to keep...

 

 [Outro]

 One time, uhh... from the real, Do or Die c'mon

 A-Rock, uhh.. Back-Pack, Jack-of-Love

 Uhh uhh, Johnny P

 Uh.. down - like - that - what?

 Keep it real baby, 2000, millenium, we gone