H.w.a.
H.w.a. - To Live Or Die songtekst
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[Verse 1] It all got started on a hot summer day A shot was heard, a bitch was shot that day The hoes were taking over, riding three deep Lorenzo rims in a black cherry Jeep The bitch violated, her name was Terri B Riding the coat tail of the rapper Eazy-E Now I'm a give you an F cause your ass'll stand tall A funky white bitch with a little bit of ball Ruthless, that's what you think you are A hoe is on the beat, so you won't get very far Talking that shit on a murder you wrote Bitch try again, that's a motherfucking joke Wicky-wicky-wack, that's what I said Now a wacked assed bitch got a nine to her head Don't lay back, and start to cry It's a hell of a choice: To Live Or Die [Chorus: x4] To Live Or Die Die Bitch [Verse 2] I'm a motherfucker, I'll put you through a test You're another sucker I had to lay to rest Blood sweat and tears running down your face I ain't even pull a trigger, now I got a murder case I'll drop your ass right down to your knees You're begging like a punk, baby girl please Fuck you, yeah I said it again I'll kick your ass while I count to ten The choice is yours, you'd better make it fast Five more seconds, the nine up your ass I'm wasting my time, cause it ain't no fight I'm a fuck you up when we touch the mike My rap's so strong, like an armored tank Step back bitch, cause you're about to get ganked HWA is in the place Kicking funky rhymes all in your face Murder, murder, is what you preach You wouldn't kick sand on a motherfucking beach Your record deal is a mystery to me You must have give Eric some white pussy Bitch, you think you're hard, but you're softer than butter Trying to hang around the Compton brothers You want to be black, and that's no lie Bitch, make a choice: To Live Or Die [Verse 3] I don't know where you're from, but it sure ain't the streets Cause you're walking around sweet and petite I'm the baddest, hardest bitch in the world Check my credentials, they call me baby girl Taking white bitches out iis a hobby of mine Fuck all that shit, Jaz pass me the nine Remember that test, bitch you didn't pass Now I'm forced to put the nine back in your ass Put the clip in then I blast you No that didn't get past you Your no rapping ass was bound to fail Now my motherfucking ass might wind up in jail I went to court and copπed my plea I had to murder, she was a wack MC The judge liked me and gave me a try Cause he liked my hit: To Live Or Die [Chorus: repeat and fade]