Do Or Die

Do Or Die - Bustin Back lyrics

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Mutha fuckaz bust at me  you better believe I'm bustin back (x2)
 Verse 1
 Mutha fuckaz at  war  an they line up at the door
 nigga what you robbin me for  bailin with the killaz
 took a shot at the door  nigga you ain't know
 ain't no Art of that War  fuck war
 we can take it to the streets  muthafuck Bone an it's on when we meet
 never ride alone cuz I roll one deep
 black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep
 in the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your city
 it's a pity when you fuck with the Chi
 nigga if I die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot
 an why, cuz you fuckin with the bitch killa
 like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla
 cuz I'm a straight at war, nigga fuck a Bone killa
 every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga, never zone nigga
 step into my zone, nigga feel tha vibe of a chrome
 infared beam an it see that your gone
 not many men that'll kill in they zone, we strong
 mutha fucka wanna run up then it's on, lets go
 an you been up to some, no play
 I'ma catch you on yo off day
 hit yo ass in the head wit a bat time to war play
 nigga hoes, an yo wife too, fuck yo bitch an your rap
 an yo style an yo life too
 ain't no tellin what we might do
 Rap-A-Lot muthafucka, an I'm down with the right crew
 an now I call for the right 2
 split yo muthafuckin head down the center like like atomic
 BOOM! did yo dawg an you like who
 switch bitch 'fore you ask what which would you die soon
 (Chorus x2)
 We some windaz, K-I-L-L, kill be killed
 (mutha fuckaz bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back)
 Verse 2
 Nigga whats all that bluffin 'fo
 steady mackin tough, but we know y'all some hoes
 steppin wrong to the SNY or Do or Die,
 the whole C-H-I gonna roll
 so what up bitch, you done fucked up now, pal
 disrespect the wrong town, clown
 step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop I gotta kill
 just gotta pull it, clone what
 an leave yo whole click get struck
 fuck around left Bone stuck, Bone fucked
 all your boys hollerin Bone duck, what was that
 children cryin fo tellin cuz we be goin to work
 this CHI town cap peela
 hit 'em up for knockin the world for a minute
 yo punk dont play so you better get a little
 nigga want war pack the ATF blast out
 yo whole gun started killin bitch faster, I hit the stash out
 get the cash out, I get the gas out, then we mashed out
 nigga, dash out, mash out, hit the next bitch
 an shout right now from the Lexus
 fuck Bone cuz it's on in my city, so stick it, stick it
 stick it, stick it, bitch now what?
 Verse 3
 I'm sick of all this bullshit
 watch a muthafucka full flip, when I pull it
 can't wait til I see you, to bad I wouldn't wanna be you
 an ain't no doubt creep too, blast yo ass wit a three-two
 my four-five gonna meet you, Bone
 thug ass harmonies, you can't fuck wit the CHI town armory
 hit 'em all when they come wit these
 caulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3
 come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can be
 when you come here from that East 1999
 for fuckin wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap
 an what you lookin for, you gonna find
 losin holes in my gold gat
 in full ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh
 I know your high on green, you messed
 pass out all stressed up, I'm at the end of the world so catch up
 cuz we blast y'all keep in wit the masters
 an I'm in it to win it, will I serve a bitch
 I'm my brothers keeper til I, die an deserve this bitch
 (chorus x4)
 Verse 4
 Better be remotivated wit a mack 10
 masked assassin blastin, killin mutha fuckaz passion
 bullets crash we load them thangs
 so muthafuckaz seen hoes who strain
 I can hear they voices prayin, none of y'all bitches adapt to pain
 well if you can't pick up pain, pick up pain
 say my name, A to the muthafuckin K
 on that note nigga I close yo casket bastard
 that flower shit thats high an drastic
 supposed to be, y'all bitches ain't cold to me, it was told to me
 that y'all react to drama when it comes to guns an shit
 ain't gotta do the po's, yo click ain't too hard
 our click to serve a bitch
 only CHI town niggaz do run it like this
 only CHI town niggaz do run it like this
 only CHI town niggaz do run it like this
 take yo wig, flip you bitch, cross our roads
 we'll brake your souls, like triple ??? they said we cold
 my 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clip
 an leave yo whole crew sick my dick
 an you hollin hot ones, my niggaz be hollerin hot ones
 dig my shit then I shot one, does that mean I got one
 that all you bitches better dodge for life
 you want pocket, heres yo strap(strap) fo life(life)
 (chorus x4
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Copyrights:

Author: Charles Paxton, Anthony Round, Samuel Lindley

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rap-A-Lot Records, Virgin Records America, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Greatest Hits (2003)

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