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do or die - bustin back lyrics

(feat. lil chilla of the snypaz)

motherf-ckers bust at me, you better believe i’m bustin back (2x)

verse 1

m-th- f-ckaz at, war, an they line up at the door
n-gg- what you robbin me for, bailin with the killaz
took a shot at the door, n-gg- you ain’t know
ain’t no art of that war, f-ck war
we can take it to the streets, m-th-f-ck bone an it’s on when we meet
never ride alone cuz i roll one deep
black four-five on me like a sheep, i creep
in the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your city
it’s a pity when you f-ck with the chi
n-gg- if i die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot
an why, cuz you f-ckin with the b-tch killa
like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla
cuz i’m a straight at war, n-gg- f-ck a bone killa
every b-tch come ride wit a grown n-gg-, never zone n-gg-
step into my zone, n-gg- feel tha vibe of a chrome
infared beam an it see that your gone
not many men that’ll kill in they zone, we strong
motherf-cker wanna run up then it’s on, lets go
an you been up to some, no play
i’ma catch you on yo off day
hit yo -ss in the head wit a bat time to war play
n-gg- hoes, an yo wife too, f-ck yo b-tch an your rap
an yo style an yo life too
ain’t no tellin what we might do
rap-a-lot m-th-f-cka, an i’m down with the right crew
an now i call for the right 2
split yo m-th-f-ckin head down the center like like atomic
boom! did yo dawg an you like who
switch b-tch ‘fore you ask what which would you die soon

(chorus 2x)

we some murderers k-i-l-l, kill or be killed
(m-th- f-ckaz bust at me, you better believe i’m bustin back)

verse 2

n-gg- whats all that bluffin ‘fo
steady mackin tough, but we know y’all some hoes
steppin wrong to the sny or do or die,
the whole c-h-i gonna roll
so what up b-tch, you done f-cked up now, pal
disrespect the wrong town, clown
step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop i gotta kill
just gotta pull it, clone what
an leave yo whole click get struck
f-ck around left bone stuck, bone f-cked
all your boys hollerin bone duck, what was that
children cryin fo tellin cuz we be goin to work
this chi town cap peela
hit ’em up for knockin the world for a minute
yo punk dont play so you better get a little
n-gg- want war pack the atf blast out
yo whole gun started killin b-tch faster, i hit the stash out
get the cash out, i get the gas out, then we mashed out
n-gg-, dash out, mash out, hit the next b-tch
an shout right now from the lexus
f-ck bone cuz it’s on in my city, so stick it, stick it
stick it, stick it, b-tch now what?

verse 3

i’m sick of all this bullsh-t
watch a m-th-f-cka full flip, when i pull it
can’t wait til i see you, to bad i wouldn’t wanna be you
an ain’t no doubt creep too, blast yo -ss wit a three-two
my four-five gonna meet you, bone
thug -ss harmonies, you can’t f-ck wit the chi town armory
hit ’em all when they come wit these
caulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3
come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can be
when you come here from that east 1999
for f-ckin wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap
an what you lookin for, you gonna find
losin holes in my gold gat
in full -ss do you m-th-f-ckaz do you hoes laugh
i know your high on green, you messed
p-ss out all stressed up, i’m at the end of the world so catch up
cuz we blast y’all keep in wit the masters
an i’m in it to win it, will i serve a b-tch
i’m my brothers keeper til i, die an deserve this b-tch

(chorus 4x)

verse 4

better be remotivated wit a mack 10
masked -ss-ssin blastin, killin m-th- f-ckaz p-ssion
bullets crash we load them thangs
so m-th-f-ckaz seen hoes who strain
i can hear they voices prayin, none of y’all b-tches adapt to pain
well if you can’t pick up pain, pick up pain
say my name, a to the m-th-f-ckin k
on that note n-gg- i close yo casket b-st-rd
that flower sh-t thats high an drastic
supposed to be, y’all b-tches ain’t cold to me, it was told to me
that y’all react to drama when it comes to guns an sh-t
ain’t gotta do the po’s, yo click ain’t too hard
our click to serve a b-tch
only chi town n-gg-z do run it like this
only chi town n-gg-z do run it like this
only chi town n-gg-z do run it like this
take yo wig, flip you b-tch, cross our roads
we’ll break your souls, like triple darkness they say we cold
my 9 millimeter, oh sh-t, 1 clip, 2 clip
an leave yo whole crew sick my d-ck
an you hollin hot ones, my n-gg-z be hollerin hot ones
dig my sh-t then i shot one, does that mean i got one
that all you b-tches better dodge for life
you want pocket, heres yo strap(strap) fo life(life)

(chorus 4x)

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