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Lirik Lagu Kain House - Do Or Die

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Chorus
So I told you where I hang outYa got some sellin thenHaller my name outRemember man me an youRunnin up out the cain houseNigga just for you I blow his brains outI blow his brains outIll blow his mutherfuckin brains out
So I told you where I hang outYa got some sellin thenHaller my name outRemember man me an youRunnin up out the cain houseNigga just for you I blow his brains outI blow his brains outIll blow his mutherfuckin brains out
Verso One
Two of my hommies got killedFrom the hollow point tipsCepts it looks like hellThree point five millionFrom those narcotic sellsGang signs thats maileSeventy two hours incarceratedAll becouse my hood floss bloody body'sOn the pavementThat playa hater shitIs what brings that type of dramaWhat a nigga need to start doinIs just kidnappin your mamaCatch me in the game for 8 yearsSo watch my nigga catch stripesIn the middle of the nightSeein fiends smoke pipesDub sacks an Coniachelps me deal with these phoniesBusters sellin for G's that I stackFrom the back to poniesI got hommies with L's on they backsWho fell through the crackAnd hidin shank's under they mattressWhere were youWhen will you realiseWhen cockin GlocksTo pop those copsMakes a Mil of these blocksRide in drop topsBe foolin with G-nocksDont trust those bitchesThey choose to squish and let em squeelGo ahead and trust emYou'll have no money screamin BIAATCHTo tha billi ba-bangThe reflections drummin like soloHold on like En VoguePut out that EndoLet down the windowTec's to our setSeventeen to mix with the bullshitLettin em know at the do' with the full clipWhen you bust at meThat nigga slipThey steady runninThe gunTo keep the nigga off that lay lowGot niggs on the pay rollThat'll kill when I say soThree hay-lo'sIt gets so fatelOn Warnell talk to no oneSometimes it gets to the point ICock my ho's see what Im sayin
Chorus
Verse Two
The lord is smokinThats why my lifeHas been this livin hellFor the thug life up on the streetAnd to the prison cellUnlawfull use is whatThey caught me with a Tec-9An do they got probable causeThey never did take no timeSteady use of prisonTook another brothers man hoodThey choose next timeUp under the benchThey say its all goodBut I was youngDidnt know any betterAlthough I did comp out the bootcampFly to give a brotha sevenYears of prison teirsMy hommies pourin beersI guess this hennyShould be life of what a thug livesMy only hurtMaybe wont be my lastBut heres a tip for these copsNext time Im goin out with a blastSo if you look up in this black man'sEyes of straight madnessReady to buck you downUpon the groundFor all my past teachersGive your souls upIf your showed upDont hold upWe Do or DieAnd you know weStraight soldiers
Chorus
Nigga I got your backYou got mineLets keep it cominThrow your guns in the airUh-uh no time for runninThey'll miss the gunninIts Do or DieWhen we ride outNiggero you cominLets leave the sceneAnd go and hide outAn miss the trippinTrippin an clippinLets get to dippinMutherfuck gonna dieBecouse he liedAbout my hommie flippin