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