Lyrics:
either me or you going to die
i guess that will be your last dance
Chorus (Master P)
your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last
out
It's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught
One love, eastside, that's how we do wild
D.P.G.C. we do or die
Oh yes we're fresh
ain't right!
Bitch I'll do you somethin, I ain't wrapped tight!
I roll with bullets like (?) and killas like Versey
Managed by TC and paid by
re-akshon, killa kill, t.i.p., and bun
[Hook]
Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
'Cause I'd rather die like a man than
my word and I'm true to my peeps
Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat
I'm over the stove like +Cuban Links+
Breakin' down +Cash Money+ like +Baby+ do
Money+ like +Baby+ do
You niggaz soft like baby food
'Round the world niggaz pay me dues
While you niggaz sing the same old song like Sadies do
Grown
on y'all ass
Dope ass EP P 99 Ways To Die
Everybody got it
You must have it cause you wouldn't be listenin' to this shit
Master P bout it be, audi five
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
the park
I'm The Yellow Ghost when I die, you'll see the spark of the blunts on Happy Hill where Wiz sold 8ths in a rose gold P chain, so I cut the price
[P. Diddy]
Eh yo what's up playboy
Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan
I need you to come get wit' me aight?
Yeah, I got something I need you to do
read about him on obituaries
They can read about him on obituaries
In the obituary
R.I.P yea you was good but the good die young
Would've been great
bit motherfuckers
Say hello...
I.K.P., (this is for yall) Phi-Roze, uhhh
cs the world goes by
I don't know why but everybody gotta die some time
cs
(what?) and try to spray me (bitch)
But I'm just to quick, slick and sly
When it's time to ride I let the bullets fly cause it's do or die (die die)
I
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
thug
I ain't scared of you neither
'cause a couple of subs
YouTube still my jungle, and I do it for fun
Pewdiepie 'bout to die
Started strong and now you
And the passion's gone by
And I feel my soul grow
I can't do this no more
Baby, you're my, my
Baby, baby
Oh baby
I thought y'all niggas knew
Your bitch wore down
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand
Made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money
y'all cats later
I'ma do this rap thing and stack this independent paper
I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E yeah the bul Spitacular
I'm not packin
Rapping this lit while I flame up my bars
I live or I die and you'll still see a star
Wise when I preach with no rum no cigar
I'm over the moon so
And one day
I'll do that for someone just like me
Tay
(Legends they never die)
Through I walk
Through the valley of
The Shadow of Death
I will fear no
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
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