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tommy wright iii - do or die lyrics

[man preaching]
either you choose life or you choose death.
either you choose life or you choose death.
based on the decision that you make
god has come and offered you life,
your enemy can only offer you death (deathrow)
if you choose to stay wid your enemy
then you choose death (deathrow)
if you choose to leave the enemy
and strike out into the unknown…..

[hook: tommy wright iii]

die motherf-cka cause you knew this was a do or die
either you gon’ die or i’m gon’ die,
i-i-it’s a homicide
[x4]

[verse 1: dirty red]
in my situation, of total devastation,
spread my hustle all across the motherf-ckin’ nation
n-gg-s wanna click-a, it don’t matter cause you’ll get buck
i’m tryna make some bone first, cause i’m tearin’ patches out yo heart
when you start to stir like you come from corna village,
blood gon’ start to spilly, my gat gon’ start to drilly,
n-gg-s in the head wid that infra-red beamin’
blood is steady streamin’, you f-ckin’ wid ah demon
n-gg-s i and murderers in the south is where i dwell
wid plenty ah clientelle and i got them gats as well
so don’t try to run up, cause i’m quick to pull that gun up
i’m askin’ questions last, cause i’m sure as h-ll gon’ blast,
a n-gg- in the past wid that m-th-f-ckin’ dumb sh-t
you don’t know who you f-ckin’ wid, i run, wid a gangsta click
d-i-r-t-y, r-e-d is not afraid ah you hoes
you gon’ die or i’m gon’ die, and that’s just how the story goes

[red talks]
yeah dirty red up in this b-tch
and i want you boys to know on corna village
i’m not runnin’, and i’m not hidin’ from anyone ah you hoes
you know what i’m sayin, a n-gg- look for me if they want to
or get they -ss blast, what’s up my n-gg- lil bay

[hook x4]

[verse 2: tommy wright iii]
down for my crown, ten toe down, tommy ain’t givin’ a f-ck!
runnin’ and gunnin’ a tech in my coat
when i open my trench if a n-gg-‘s best built
n-gg-s who trippin’ and scr-pin’
a bullet on side ah they face just for f-ckin’ wid tommy,
the n-gg- that’s creepin’ and sneakin’ and peekin’
and bustin’ wide seekin’ the beautiful money,
isn’t it funny how a n-gg- get scared,
watch me put a forty-five to a n-gg- head
please don’t shoot, first thing that he say
then he hit his knees and begin to pray
trick quit cryin’ on my motherf-ckin’ grain
here leave him at a stand still once he hear it c-ck,
look him in the face, put the gun between his eyes
p-ss runnin’ down his leg, tommy wright ain’t surprise
do or die, cause a head know gotta go
in the midst of the pistol smoke,
mind of a criminal makin’ me dog out a dirty hoe
when i be going for broke,
(die motherf-cka, die motherf-cka, die)
since that day i seen boyz in tha hood
i always wanted to do a drive-by,
buck a n-gg- down to the ground hangin’ out the sunroof
wid the glock c-cked ready aim fire,
grippin’ the forty-four, lookin’ from side to side
tryna find business to be in a drive-by
on the mission, as i creep deep wid a click thick as john gotti
d-gg-n’ the b-tches and hoggin’ the riches
and fillin’ these ditches wid dead bodies….

[tommy talks]
straight from a hood called memphis tennessee,
do or die no lie, this sh-t ain’t gon’ stop till my casket drop
one man gang tommy wright the third known as tommy three (iii)
down wid ten wanted men till the world end, street smart in charge

[hook x4]

[verse 3: project pimp]
thinkin’ of a plan, do or die you can try
project pimp gon’ spill yo blood,
comin’ through the door who is that, finna blast wid the mask,
got ah all tight glove, lunatic lunatic beggin’ for mercy
one hit now yo tommy’s they covered wid holes,
psycho pimp maniac devious ready to shoot a b-tch
leaving yo family froze,
p to the r to the o-j-e-c-t to the p-i-m-p blast
four to the four what it’s cold to ya face
what’cha say, i’m finna kill yo -ss
fillin’ you up wid hollow tips
if you pray n-gg- you’ll probably catch a slug
f-ckin’ wid one ah these here, n-gg- die
n-gg- makin’ you lose a pint ah blood,
jumpin’ up outta the chevy in the bush
i will scatter and leavin’ you dead in the street,
project pimp buckin’ you b-tches
so quicka-ly puttin’ you sissy -ss b-tches to sleep,
lockin’ him up in the trunk for those nites
he was screamin’ and hollerin’ i know he was scared,
forty-four buck in the trunk outta luck
no more b-tch and i know that this n-gg- was dead,
runnin’ and gunnin’ for runnin’ and funny
how suckas can call themselves killas and thugs,
blastin’ that hoe he was snitchin’
he got a gun fillin’ him up wid them forty-four slugs,
killin’ and pimpin’ it’s all in my system
so b-tches and n-gg-s got trouble for real,
rest in peace sucka don’t f-ck wid me
project pimp n-gg- you only got one life to live, b-tch!

- tommy wright iii lyrics

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