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h w a - to live or die lyrics

(verse 1)
it all got started on a hot summer day
a shot was heard, a b-tch was shot that day
the hoes were taking over, riding three deep
lorenzo rims in a black cherry jeep
the b-tch violated, her name was terri b
riding the coat tail of the rapper eazy-e
now i’m a give you an f cause your -ss’ll stand tall
a funky white b-tch with a little bit of ball
ruthless, that’s what you think you are
a hoe is on the beat, so you won’t get very far
talking that sh-t on a murder you wrote
b-tch try again, that’s a motherf-cking joke
wicky-wicky-wack, that’s what i said
now a wacked -ssed b-tch got a nine to her head
don’t lay back, and start to cry
it’s a h-ll of a choice: to live or die

(chorus: 4x)
to live or die
die b-tch

(verse 2)
i’m a motherf-cker, i’ll put you through a test
you’re another sucker i had to lay to rest
blood sweat and tears running down your face
i ain’t even pull a trigger, now i got a murder case
i’ll drop your -ss right down to your knees
you’re begging like a punk, baby girl please
f-ck you, yeah i said it again
i’ll kick your -ss while i count to ten
the choice is yours, you’d better make it fast
five more seconds, the nine up your -ss
i’m wasting my time, cause it ain’t no fight
i’m a f-ck you up when we touch the mike
my rap’s so strong, like an armored tank
step back b-tch, cause you’re about to get ganked
hwa is in the place
kicking funky rhymes all in your face
murder, murder, is what you preach
you wouldn’t kick sand on a motherf-cking beach
your record deal is a mystery to me
you must have give eric some white p-ssy
b-tch, you think you’re hard, but you’re softer than b-tter
trying to hang around the compton brothers
you want to be black, and that’s no lie
b-tch, make a choice: to live or die

(verse 3)
i don’t know where you’re from, but it sure ain’t the streets
cause you’re walking around sweet and pet-te
i’m the baddest, hardest b-tch in the world
check my credentials, they call me baby girl
taking white b-tches out iis a hobby of mine
f-ck all that sh-t, jaz p-ss me the nine
remember that test, b-tch you didn’t p-ss
now i’m forced to put the nine back in your -ss
put the clip in then i blast you
no that didn’t get past you
your no rapping -ss was bound to fail
now my motherf-cking -ss might wind up in jail
i went to court and copπed my plea
i had to murder, she was a wack mc
the judge liked me and gave me a try
cause he liked my hit: to live or die

(chorus)
(repeat and fade)

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