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