Clipping - Or Die lyrics
rate meGuns on the table, mama in the backroom
Bitches in the kitchen, water whipping crack foam
Clap foam, clack foam, please respect the trap, homie
When it snap, homie, you a rat, homie
Roaches in the ashtray glowing
Everybody blowing
Or they sniffing blow and
Yelling, "there they go" and
They can see the 'po and
They be riding slow and looking at the door
But it's day, and it's just somebody's daughter skipping rope
Like peas, porridge hot
Peas porridge cold
Miss Mary Mack in the 'lac with the gold
Hundred spoke, lung and smoking
When she speak, teach me toking
Black sleeve, black leather seat, black '44
Black snapback cap to the back, talk smack
And you keep going back
‘Cause you're knowing where you're at
Everybody wanna rap but don't know how
Everybody wanna run when they hear that sound
Everybody think they're hard until they face hit ground
Everybody make a choice, it is not profound
Either get money or die
Get faded or die
Get famous or die
Get that stainless or die
Get your hands in the sky or get it between the eyes
Get money or die, get money or die
Bring it back, homie
All of that money
Gotta pay the pimp like you gotta pay the tax
If you're gonna pay to fuck, you're a trick, that's that
If you're gonna name names you a snitch, not a crack dealer
Not a killer, not a boss, no, you're roleplaying
But I don't get it twisted, listen, this is not a game, shit
Why you on that slang shit if you wanna name shit
Why you on that slang shit if you smoke that same shit
Plenty pieces on the board, all the squares black, though
Covered in the soot from that bootstrap class, so
Get it how you're living and live in color of calico
Catch me out here slipping, they got it backwards, they palindromes
But they smiling, thought, but they styling, though
Smiling diamonds on 'em
First to get it to snatch win the llamas drawn on
Pictures in the pavement, pick a corner with flowers
Tire marks where they laying, back to work in an hour
Everybody wanna rap but don't know how
Everybody wanna run when they hear that sound
Everybody think they're hard until they face hit ground
Everybody make a choice, it is not profound
Either get money or die
Get faded or die
Get famous or die
Get that stainless or die
Get your hands in the sky or get it between the eyes
Get money or die, get money or die
