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Chorus 

So I told you where I hang out 
Ya got some sellin then 
Haller my name out 
Remember man me an you 
Runnin up out the cain house 
Nigga just for you I blow his brains out 
I blow his brains out 
Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out 

So I told you where I hang out 
Ya got some sellin then 
Haller my name out 
Remember man me an you 
Runnin up out the cain house 
Nigga just for you I blow his brains out 
I blow his brains out 
Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out 

Verso One 

Two of my hommies got killed 
From the hollow point tips 
Cepts it looks like hell 
Three point five million 
From those narcotic sells 
Gang signs thats maile 
Seventy two hours incarcerated 
All becouse my hood floss bloody body's 
On the pavement 
That playa hater shit 
Is what brings that type of drama 
What a nigga need to start doin 
Is just kidnappin your mama 
Catch me in the game for 8 years 
So watch my nigga catch stripes 
In the middle of the night 
Seein fiends smoke pipes 
Dub sacks an Coniac 
helps me deal with these phonies 
Busters sellin for G's that I stack 
From the back to ponies 
I got hommies with L's on they backs 
Who fell through the crack 
And hidin shank's under they mattress 
Where were you 
When will you realise 
When cockin Glocks 
To pop those cops 
Makes a Mil of these blocks 
Ride in drop tops 
Be foolin with G-nocks 
Dont trust those bitches 
They choose to squish and let em squeel 
Go ahead and trust em 
You'll have no money screamin BIAATCH 
To tha billi ba-bang 
The reflections drummin like solo 
Hold on like En Vogue 
Put out that Endo 
Let down the window 
Tec's to our set 
Seventeen to mix with the bullshit 
Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip 
When you bust at me 
That nigga slip 
They steady runnin 
The gun 
To keep the nigga off that lay low 
Got niggs on the pay roll 
That'll kill when I say so 
Three hay-lo's 
It gets so fatel 
On Warnell talk to no one 
Sometimes it gets to the point I 
Cock my ho's see what Im sayin 

Chorus 

Verse Two 

The lord is smokin 
Thats why my life 
Has been this livin hell 
For the thug life up on the street 
And to the prison cell 
Unlawfull use is what 
They caught me with a Tec-9 
An do they got probable cause 
They never did take no time 
Steady use of prison 
Took another brothers man hood 
They choose next time 
Up under the bench 
They say its all good 
But I was young 
Didnt know any better 
Although I did comp out the bootcamp 
Fly to give a brotha seven 
Years of prison teirs 
My hommies pourin beers 
I guess this henny 
Should be life of what a thug lives 
My only hurt 
Maybe wont be my last 
But heres a tip for these cops 
Next time Im goin out with a blast 
So if you look up in this black man's 
Eyes of straight madness 
Ready to buck you down 
Upon the ground 
For all my past teachers 
Give your souls up 
If your showed up 
Dont hold up 
We Do or Die 
And you know we 
Straight soldiers 

Chorus 

Nigga I got your back 
You got mine 
Lets keep it comin 
Throw your guns in the air 
Uh-uh no time for runnin 
They'll miss the gunnin 
Its Do or Die 
When we ride out 
Niggero you comin 
Lets leave the scene 
And go and hide out 
An miss the trippin 
Trippin an clippin 
Lets get to dippin 
Mutherfuck gonna die 
Becouse he lied 
About my hommie flippin 
Swole head and a broke jaw 
Fuck that 
My nigga you dead an gone 
But you better believe 
Im bustin back 
Aint got no time 
For individuals 
Who just wanna trip 
You done broke his jaw 
You done broke my law 
So now I gots to dip 
Now whip 
Up on that ass 
With this nine milla 
You aint fuckin with a ho 
You fuckin with a po 
That be a stone killa 
My nigga dead an gone 
So rest in peace an close his casket 
Thiers plenty more chances 
If it takes ten years 
I swear ill kill this basterd 
To war zone grab that chrome 
Plus the clip that matches 
Retalliation is a must 
Thats why Im kickin asses 
These BHN they straight be trippin 
Cus the hood I come from 
Thats why Im packin 
Fully be jackin 
Cus these ho's dont want none 
Cant get along 
Keep this mo 
Im talkin player rythem 
Got niggas on the side 
Whose bitin ears 
By spittin negatism 
I got my ninner 
Off of safety 
Ready to try it out 
What made me do it 
It was hood when I ride out 
From north or south 
To the east to the west 
Who rolls the best 
So fuck your chief 
His ass gonna die 
When I load this tec 

chorus 

To them niggas in the pen 
Who got sent up for this bullshit 
Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas 
Thats it them niggas loyal to this game 
And some of these niggas aint your hommies 
The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies 
So when you look behind your back 
That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you 
So you watch that shit 
Its real 
About that pen nigga 
To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea

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