Clipping

Clipping - Or Die

rate me

Guns 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

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