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