DO OR DIE - Promise lyrics

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Intro/chorus:<br><br>The last thing that I saw was when he cried<br>Shot him in the face and walked away before he died<br>(repeat 4x)<br><br>Verse one:<br><br>I'm pacin the flo' with the fo'-pound<br>Visualizin graphics while he talkin, givin me the low down<br>My nigga went away in ninety-three and died instantly<br>Now i'ma show the nigga you kilt and what he meant to me<br>I put his photos in my fo'-do'<br>I know where the nigga be kickin it at<br>Me at him poppin it at the same hoe<br>My conversation be on royalties<br>She loyal to me, and i'ma get her to kill the nigga for me<br>Uhh, it seems his life is in my hands<br>And I don't plan to let it slip through the way you kilt him<br>I'ma kill you<br>Despite the fact that I've been shot before<br>As long as I get this bitch-ass nigga I don't mind, dyin, so<br>Take the lock off the pound like a pro<br>Grab an extra clip make sure I don't come short<br>Pull up and mad dog his whole crib<br>Hocus pocus motherfucker I'm in your face with this hot steel<br>The thrill to kill is unbearable<br>I told the bitch to close her eyes<br>Send up the roots give something terrible<br>The ultimate payback is revenge<br>Tnt and cement shoes, plus the way he went was cool!<br>Seventeen shots, top hip-hop<br>Fuck, the world, cause the world fuckin you<br>That's how we serves on this late night<br>Pump pump chump chump rump pump fools stay tight<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse two:<br><br>Now who the fuck I suppose to follow? <br>Is it them honkies in the white house<br>Or that nigga drinkin out that forty bottle? <br>Either way it goes, I'm eager to bloodshed<br>I'm catchin one plus one equals two to the forehead<br>Career was callin alcohol was chemically made to wrap us<br>So when I swab, the neighborhood crab is where he left us<br>On the street, the mud was wiped from who survived<br>He wanted me dead, cold red and blood he had to die<br>Slapped that ass with this mac-10<br>It's just so hard when you depart, make that chest do a backbend<br>Bend back easy to the liquor sto'<br>Cut me a four-oh, and up a four-five on this korean hoe<br>Cuff the loot and bit one slowly<br>Reverse my coat plus half a block I done some dirt<br>Dem a knows me<br>There's no endin for this madness<br>I had the situation turnin till I started drinkin this mad shit<br>Now there's a hole in this bucket (in this bucket)<br>In the chick I had to stick for the lick, fuck it<br>Crack the fo' and drunk it boldly<br>All the boys was tailin behind me, but they didn't even knows me<br>So then they hit the blue lights, I bent the u right<br>Zipped past the red light, and it became a motherfuckin street fight<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse three:<br><br>Altitude, a level where a nigga show no gratitude<br>More like attitude<br>Hands on pumps, bodies in trunks<br>Victim face down, in that trunk rum-pum, pum pum<br>My mission to decease individuals<br>When night falls I crawl like black widows<br>With barrels in the middle<br>Blaow, cause I like to move the crowd<br>Watch em turn cold as they bodies pile<br>Evaporate like lightning as fast as fuck<br>A small armed tec hit like an eighteen wheeler truck<br>Put his head in his hands, cause I don't give no fuck<br>Ashes to ashes and bust when I must<br>Cackling these bodies, that I've turned to dust<br>Six million ways to die, one more is a plus<br>I revolve like revolvers, and answer all challenge<br>Sos cut your ass off better<br><br>Chorus