"Who Am I"
(feat. Scarface)

[Chorus x 2]
Who am I? Scar mother fucking face
Who am I? A to the mother fucking K
Who am I? Belo mother fucking Zero
Who am I? Niggas Ain't Ready to Die

[Scarface]
Who the fuck am I?
A born killer with no conscience
Leaving niggas with holes in their heads unconscience
No second chances
Cos in this game no one advances
You made your move and fucked up now the devil dances
No scrilla for this just murderers with blocks
To run up on their dick and hit em and get em hot
With a 357 slug pointed at your nose
Left a bloody mess and a note stuck between your toes
You fuck with me nigga you're fucking with the warrior
Anybody destroying you're packing the sig sauer
Putting niggas off in body bags cos in this game you take no prisoners
Leave it in blood Hare Krishna
Nobody's breathing niggas stuck on getting even
You die this evening insanity gon be my reason
I trail niggas fill niggas and kill niggas
I introduce the ways that are wicked to real niggas

[Chorus x 2]

[AK]
Who ever epitomise
And idolise my murderous skills
With this vivid imagination and slugs that kill
Off in the zone unorthodox with the world on blocks
It's unexplainable how I got these bitch niggas locked
Keep my eyes on my safe and keep this murderous flavour
Since I picked up a strap I've had this murderous behaviour
Spread the whole clip around and get the fuck outta Dodge
I got a ride full of straps in my homies backyard
It's too cold to proceed without a block to start
Watch a gat blows him apart as the bullets depart
Now who the fuck am I? Is the question you ask
Can't be touched or fucked with is all you need to know
It's 1998 plus you bitches got to go
And y'all cain't fuck with me and tell em why
My adrenaline rush on jump
Plus you got my arm beneath grabbing with the double barrel pump

[Chorus x 2]

[Belo]
I hear some niggas talking loud like we been stealing this shit
Just say you hate me cock the bullshit don't you grip on my dick
It's Belo Zero mother fuckers same sick ass nut
Drink a brew and smoke some weed and blow your bitch ass up
I put in work so recognise I carry my shit on my chest
More respect and I neglect to come up back with the vest
I never seen a thousand soldiers hit the dirt on your roll
Fuck your chief and all the soldiers I'm a king on my own
I'm coming with force down with Big Chief nigga Rapalot style
Grip sixteens and triple beams will leave that ass on the pile
Walk on down and see the light cos I'm not faking the shit
I told you once that I'm a soldier I'm just taking your shit
Now who am I a born killer nigga fuck what you heard
I'm too delirious and serious I ain't like a nerd
Fuck around and call the coroner dig your whole ass up
Separate your head from the spam and leave your bitch ass stuck
Nigga...

[Chorus x 2]

[N.A.R.D]
Retaliation is a must
I see niggas from behind so I bust
My Desert Eagles gon to catch you when they duck
Now what the purpose when they still gon get struck
And leave they brains fucked up
I don't know why they put they eyes on me
Cos I'm a black material killer trying to keep it low key
Now what it was they probably didn't know it was me
But that goes to show em that fancy bitches focus just be
They want to look up on my Rolex while I spot on my heat
They see my Lexus car shining when I been on the streets
With no ticket on it but still they try to find out what's in it
It's a black nigga with a black chrome on the seat
In the dark zone it's on
And hell yeah I used to push packs
Taking niggas straps and pimping bitches in 'lacs
Matter of fact this shit I rap about I did before
See it ain't no studio mother fucker just stepping through these doors

[Chorus x 2]

We can't be fucked with we can't be touched
Cos the drama that we bring is just too much it's just too much
Do Or Die Do Or Die
Cos the drama that we bring is just too much it's just too much

"Caine House"

[Chorus]

So I told you where I hang out
Ya got some sellin then
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
I blow his brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out

So I told you where I hang out
Ya got some sellin then
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
I blow his brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out

[Verse One]

Two of my hommies got killed
From the hollow point tips
Cepts it looks like hell
Three point five million
From those narcotic sells
Gang signs thats maile
Seventy two hours incarcerated
All becouse my hood floss bloody body's
On the pavement
That playa hater shit
Is what brings that type of drama
What a nigga need to start doin
Is just kidnappin your mama
Catch me in the game for 8 years
So watch my nigga catch stripes
In the middle of the night
Seein fiends smoke pipes
Dub sacks an Coniac
Helps me deal with these phonies
Busters sellin for G's that I stack
From the back to ponies
I got hommies with L's on they backs
Who fell through the crack
And hidin shank's under they mattress
Where were you
When will you realise
When cockin Glocks
To pop those cops
Makes a Mil of these blocks
Ride in drop tops
Be foolin with G-nocks
Dont trust those bitches
They choose to squish and let em squeel
Go ahead and trust em
You'll have no money screamin BIAATCH
To tha billi ba-bang
The reflections drummin like solo
Hold on like En Vogue
Put out that Endo
Let down the window
Tec's to our set
Seventeen to mix with the bullshit
Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip
When you bust at me
That nigga slip
They steady runnin
The gun
To keep the nigga off that lay low
Got niggs on the pay roll
That'll kill when I say so
Three hay-lo's
It gets so fatel
On Warnell talk to no one
Sometimes it gets to the point I
Cock my ho's see what Im sayin

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]

The lord is smokin
Thats why my life
Has been this livin hell
For the thug life up on the street
And to the prison cell
Unlawfull use is what
They caught me with a Tec-9
An do they got probable cause
They never did take no time
Steady use of prison
Took another brothers man hood
They choose next time
Up under the bench
They say its all good
But I was young
Didnt know any better
Although I did comp out the bootcamp
Fly to give a brotha seven
Years of prison teirs
My hommies pourin beers
I guess this henny
Should be life of what a thug lives
My only hurt
Maybe wont be my last
But heres a tip for these cops
Next time Im goin out with a blast
So if you look up in this black man's
Eyes of straight madness
Ready to buck you down
Upon the ground
For all my past teachers
Give your souls up
If your showed up
Dont hold up
We Do or Die
And you know we
Straight soldiers

[Chorus]

Nigga I got your back
You got mine
Lets keep it comin
Throw your guns in the air
Uh-uh no time for runnin
They'll miss the gunnin
Its Do or Die
When we ride out
Niggero you comin
Lets leave the scene
And go and hide out
An miss the trippin
Trippin an clippin
Lets get to dippin
Mutherfuck gonna die
Becouse he lied
About my hommie flippin
Swole head and a broke jaw
Fuck that
My nigga you dead an gone
But you better believe
Im bustin back
Aint got no time
For individuals
Who just wanna trip
You done broke his jaw
You done broke my law
So now I gots to dip
Now whip
Up on that ass
With this nine milla
You aint fuckin with a ho
You fuckin with a po
That be a stone killa
My nigga dead an gone
So rest in peace an close his casket
Thiers plenty more chances
If it takes ten years
I swear ill kill this basterd
To war zone grab that chrome
Plus the clip that matches
Retalliation is a must
Thats why Im kickin asses
These BHN they straight be trippin
Cus the hood I come from
Thats why Im packin
Fully be jackin
Cus these ho's dont want none
Cant get along
Keep this mo
Im talkin player rythem
Got niggas on the side
Whose bitin ears
By spittin negatism
I got my ninner
Off of safety
Ready to try it out
What made me do it
It was hood when I ride out
From north or south
To the east to the west
Who rolls the best
So fuck your chief
His ass gonna die
When I load this tec

[chorus]

To them niggas in the pen
Who got sent up for this bullshit
Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas
Thats it them niggas loyal to this game
And some of these niggas aint your hommies
The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies
So when you look behind your back
That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you
So you watch that shit
Its real
About that pen nigga
To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea

"Dead Or Alive"

[Chorus x 4]
Wanted dead or alive

[AK]
I don't know which way to go
Fuck it might as well go both
Cos these niggas want my soul
Get these mother fuckers trying to reload
Got my index on the trigger
Screaming why am I selling figure
Introduce you to your digger
Put your ass beside the vicar
See I know where you hang
You got some killers in your gang
Plus I'm gon be the blame
For leaving the mother fucker unrestrained
Piper shots to the brain bitch
Say my name and watch me get the five shots
Shooting nine lots
Give me props
I shoot a cop then I watch his body drop
Gotta make this crooked cop stop it
If I go to the pen watch my back and we can all break out
I'm screaming free me
Until we get parole I'm shaking D.P
Believe me I'm a kill them on T.V with the glock on the repeat
Putting all their souls deep you're watered down and so weak
Dead or alive so recognise that I got shots for my guys
Between your eyes mother fucker Rapalot for life

[Chorus x 4]

[Belo]
Don't want to hang out
Want to grab this tek and blow my brains out
Nigga you got some problems I got my own don't call my name out
If the bullets rang out
For the fuck why they wanna see me
Who the fuck gon wanna be me
Lay down and know that you're free
Kill the bullshit cos a nigga gon bullshit
Smoke weed and worry
Separate keys get dirty
I'm calling on God he's worth it he's worth it
My daddy left me lonely
My friend that I call my homey
Who got me just like only
Keeping the dark trying to ride this pony
My nigga Mo is locked up
My brother Twan's locked up
Plant the grass on e's and rock up
Three of my brothers and no mo
No jealous slays no fo fo
In the hand where you put that po po
Free all my niggas
For the rule's this world free em all that figures
Now take this nigga
Face down mother fucker and gon meet your digger
Get up stand up don't give up get paid and live up
Mother fucker made up break all this bullshit
I'm gunning with the full clip
And still most wanted

[Chorus x 4]

[N.A.R.D]
See I'm stressed with pain
My Grandmama told me that I was blessed with the game
I took it and I sold my whole life to the game
So everything I thought my whole heart I gave
From G-packs to weed packs
It's going to give me problems I really don't need that
See I got a boy on my back
That I been running since them ways back
Tell Uncle Sam that I'm gon stay black
And fuck those silly cars stirring my shit up under this six flat
And tell them hoes who be diamond kissers
Trying to take control of a niggas riches
They can get they nose out a niggas business for it
Down here treying to set the wife off the fix and I don't play that
Praying for my downfall I'm making
Dome shots on all y'all
Got us retaliating like outlaws
Dead or alive mother fucker I'm black bro

[Chorus x 8]

"Keep It Real"
(feat. Johnny P)

[car starts]
Uhh, for the two G's, for the millenium
Do or Die

[Johnny P]
Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain't gon' pay no bills

[Chorus: Johnny P + Do or Die]

Police - can't see me ballin
Sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey
And I - can never pay your bills
Cause I gotta keep it real, real, real
I got my key on the passenger side
So ain't no scrub in me, me, me
Police - can't see me ballin
Sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey

[Verse One]
First of all, you can shut it down baby
Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
Get down for wars an' I'm, livin my life under the gun
And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em
And that's the victom of the shorties in my grill
Askin me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills
Do I gots the flex to get wit cha, paint you a cold picture
See - y'all the ones got me slappin out
And all my homeboys jappin out
Crappin out, love that, where my Crips and my Bloods at?
Lords at, G's at, feedback, need that
Niggaz blaze that weed sack
I'll cop a drop wit that knees fat
Y'all can't see me, best-ta believe that

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
This shit hit the back door, by the way
Why you tryin' to play that mack fo'?
If a nigga gotta pay a triple X hoe,
Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho
Open up let some air through the window
I could never give my money to a bimbo
Real players get high off endo
Make cash like the owners of the Timbo
Chi-Town, real player, real true love
20 inch on the rims, fucker says what?
Bet the po' to the next thug
Recognize the queen, you come to me
But you gotta see, you're a what-what?
Gotta sign the puh-puh; flip bitch
Hit the block, I'ma rhyme in the Hummer
Better be on some platnium shit
Roley bling bling, keep a gat wanna snap it
Been well known to react quick
When they see I got a star, they pause and they react quick
I'm immune to the hot shit, nevertheless
Shitty-sha(??) just beware of where the hat fit
Yo pimp where the plastic?
This pimp, real pimp, it's the pimp like a maverick
Playerism is a habit
I'm at the club wit 'um wit Crystal, what what

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Lil' baller be me, can't see me
Never get her with a TV, cause we be
In the five-double-oh, posed with the clothes
(??) dyslexic on the passenger side
Don't mean that I ain't got the keys to ride
She's the pie, my, my, my
We done came to fuck and get gone, pay no bills
Flex the mind to make the bank to bounce
Nigga bounce shit like the Dirty South
Watch that shit with a dirty mouth
Know you ain't mad, ain't splurgin out
But if ya heard me out, on the passenger side
Care to bore me with the rest of the guys?
Spittin blunts, droppin jewels
Spittin at hoes, that'll be cool

[Johnny P]
Pay no bills, pay no bills
Pay no bills, pay no..
I gotta keep it real, so I can't pay this here
Why you all up in my grill?
You can tell me about it, to pay the bill, pay the bill

[Chorus]

[Johnny P]
I got to keep...

[Outro]
One time, uhh... from the real, Do or Die c'mon
A-Rock, uhh.. Back-Pack, Jack-of-Love
Uhh uhh, Johnny P
Uh.. down - like - that - what?
Keep it real baby, 2000, millenium, we gone

"La, La, La"

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

Gotta make the paper
Cant let the paper make me
La di da di da di da

[Verse One]
Thug come up in a fresh white benz
Baby mama talkin crazy cause I'm high again
Flow like a motherfucker say it again
20's lookin like OOH
With the guy like who
Back up the bad money,put it in cruise
Gots new jeans,suits and timbaland boots
Get off em',92',all y'all ball
You playin with me,yo,I'm ballin for all

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
In 96',ok,we made the M-O-N-E-Y again
M-O-N-E-Y,do you see what you like?
Flashin' cars,worries gone,??
Never went to my head,cause I stacked em',yo
Maxed a ho
You could roll by,I lock the door
La Di Da Di Da Di Da,I got alot for sure
Ho,I make the paper,I dont let it make me
I stay runnin through my hood,I dont let it break me
I work to get my cheddar,I ain't get it for free
You can do the same,I do so,so why you hatin on me?
It be,99' we ridin in benz,expo
For the one solo,we ballin in twins
Right up again,we love em,I said it before
Stack your paper when you make it,It be money galore
Let em know,for those who be round my door
If it aint about the dollar,then it really aint low

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
In my early life,they told me I was chasin a dream
Because I wanted everything that I seen on the screen
Big home,diamonds,furs,and even them drop tops
I went from ??,little red model and I-Roc
I used to,drive my friends,to rollerskating,use my vocal chords
Choosin ya know,now im on the production board
Took the benz down until my feet touched the ground
And when the heat touched the ground,they had to sit me down
But the problem changed now
At First I started hustling,fuck struggling
I rather throw bricks,steady smuggling
I was down for an ounce,7 years no parole
It's bad and it's cold,mature getting old
And if you didnt know,now you know
Easy gettin slow,now i'm gettin paid for my show

[Chorus]

Chicago, can we make g's?
Houston, can we make g's?
Atlanta, can we make g's?
Cleveland and New York, can we make g's?
Milwaukee, can we make g's?
LA, can we make g's?
You and me, can we make g's?
Dallas and St.Louis, can we make g's?
San Antonio, can we make g's?
Louisiana, can we make g's?
Florida, can we make g's?
Jacksonville, could we make g's?
Indiana, can we make g's?
Memphis, can we make g's?
Birmingham, can we make g's

[Beat continues and fades]

"Can U Make It Hot"
(feat. Mo Unique)

[Verse One]
We comin back to the scene with, no love
Players to pimps and, mo' thugs
Chi-Town people we, stay plugged
Awwww yeahhh, that's us
Pardon my expression, baby love us
The typical niggaz that, run through
But don't let the typical niggaz, run you
Money ain't a thang baby, that's true
And how much money could, serve you
For the lucci baby that, burn you?
When the streets is cold, this shit get hot
Certain motherfuckers wanna sit and plot
Do it guns to pull oo-wops, as it does to glocks
Roam the street, like a rottweiler
Remember Joe Pe-sci, I'm a Goodfella
Goin all out, what my daddy tell us
The nigga got ahead, make 'em all jealous
Infatuatin nigga's quality
Characteristic pimpology
And I been around the world on a oddysey
So obviously, I live with the pledge
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
So obviously, and obviously
I live with the pledge it don't bother me, c'mon

[Chorus: (female singers)]

Can you make it hot like this?
Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, pa-pa
Can you make it hot like this?
Can you make it hot like this?
Can you make it hot like this?
Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, pa-pa
Can you make it hot like this? ..

[Verse Two]
Check it out y'all
One-two, one-two, who you?
Ain't no jackin us, that's true
Got 'spect taken away, you get loot
Four bad hoes, waitin to get scooped
Catch 'em and check 'em, put 'em down but I wet 'em
Put your fingers in the air and say, "Ya-ya"
All my ladies say, "Ya-YA!"
Poppa to me baby like, "Pa-pa"
Drop-top Bentley, Benz and Coupe's
Lesbians in Lucci suits
Can I make it hot like this? (AHH)
Can I make it hot like that? (OHH)
See I'ma put it in mo', so, it be cold
Somethin like superior when I'm bustin the flow'll
Have you probably touchin yo' toes (yo' toes)
I got the type of funk to make yo' hoes get low
Can't have the po-po catchin up
But I can't picture us ridin bus
Give you somethin make you scream
Like the stuff from the triple beam
Hit the scene baby and get the green baby
And show 'em what it mean just to bling baby
When we rock prop stop drop
Niggaz down like, what what WHAT WHAT?

[Chorus]

[Verse Three - Mo Unique]
Uh oh it's the M-O, U-N, I-Q-U-E
Comin straight out of Phil-ly
So you wanna make it hot like me?
Wanna go toe to toe with me?
Whether I'm rockin the industry
Cause cain't nobody do it better than me
Who got capacity to break it down
Thinkin we weak in the knees?
Wanna share it, say it to Your Majesty
Stop it Dunn cause you're killin me
Picture me ballin, niggaz ain't ready
Straight get jiggy when I rock the party
Got the audacity to wanna battle with me
But them skills you posess you could never compete
Watch this low right here, fools like honey
Had that body shakin from your head to feet
Chickenheads comin up, Elmo's can't see
Started a fire, but I'ma bring the heat
Make it hot non-stop
From the door to the rooftop
Papi don't stop til these haters drop
And we cop the drop-top to floss at the hot-spot
Niggaz better grab ahold cause when the sun explode
To grab your soul, put you under my control

[Verse Four]
Hey mama stick a fork in it, cause you be dealin
With some brothers that ain't really less fortunate
But I'm a brother that be ultimate
I treat a lady like a queen if she be livin like an orphan-it
Hit the telly on the fourth and fifth, cause if your paper
Will not bend we tryin to stick it like we awesome
How many chance you sposed to get? I be the brother in the club
That be shinin with the goldish fit
Cock-back when you wet me up, let me smile, keep it real
And I love it when you sex me up
Don't hold me down baby, let me up
Recognize I'm a star, you hit with the master, you in class
But you had to cut, there be rules to the game
If you rushin then you asked to butt
Ain't no time for no actin up, good game get me too
Even if you mastered what?
I'ma man give a true love, laid back with the ladies
And I bang with the true thugs
Share the wealth with my crew what? Because a Chi brother know
That a plugged on the same dove
Let the world know I blew up, because I got on my top
And I drop with a new cut
Invent a style and they want that like that
Seen a ho wanna spin in my Cadillac
Give it right back

[Chorus (repeat to fade w/ variations)]

"V.I.P."

There's a lot of things that I never understood, (never understood)
Somethin' like Victory, look here, (look here)
Blessin's to the men that walk Chicago streets, and survive (and survive)
We all in a test of time, (God bless us)
One thing let me show you, (show me)
Trials and tribulations, Victory, (victory), felony P.A.
(public announcement), Victory, (victory)
Do or Die, Mike Dun, Victory, (victory)
This is a must, (this is a must)
Amongst the Chicago area, beyond the universe
Is have to be a must, C'mon

[(Chorus) X 2]
Got to keep it real baby party all night
You spill a drink on me baby that's all right
How should you be in the V.I.P., and the
Think of all the nights you can creep out with me

See I'm about leasin' real estates
Ball with the heavyweights, tryin' to get a bad hoe
Lease up in every state, some on the estimate
Motherfuckers calculate, then to straight ass shake
Thugs hyperventilate, bounce for me baby, baby, show me, show me love
For it's 'bout the love of money, motherfucker stay in the club
Cause all my nigga's fresh out start back
I fold em' up murda baby right back
Shit, ya'll in the Benz's, hoe's love us
If you not wit' the flow, hoes ride wit' us
My nigga Chas' tol' me never let em' see you sweat
Never let em' see you wet
Never let em' call your bet
Sex for a rival, look for some 5-0
Watch those kinve'o's, just anaylze yo'
Nigga's for the 5-0, bus' those thugs on the flo'
With my eyes closed, motherfuckers wha' ha!

[Chorus]

You'd be lookin' fine, and so sexy and all that
Threw away my pillow when I slept wit' my gal
Bounce for me baby shake yo' ass like that
Remember us 96', po' see a cadillac
Ya'll stressin' now, while we're tryin' to handle that
Louie 13, hell yeah, sippin' that, only ones to shine
(??) with 2 plaques, we be sangin' dame's, top that
Diamonds 'round my wrists goin' blin', blin', blin'
Money at the bank goin' ting', ting', ting'
Love or die be, put a rock on my fing'
Make the average (??) make a hummin' bird sing
Ya'll let me, let me, let me who?
Show a chick som' paper tell me what she wan' do
I could flip a jack, make a nigga go ooo...
You can get yo' girls, I can with my own crew, wha'

[Chorus]

All my thugs don't count, you in the club bouncin'
He goin' make yo' habit go from a dub to an ounce
This do or die link put em' on the same shit
Nigga pull drama, I'm gonna cock an' spit
We tryin' to take the city, the block ain't shit
North pole niggas get cold as the game get
I'm official, that means I pull it down with no cabbage, (no cabbage)
Open up shop with no status, (no status)
It's my time to spit it, and make the world right
It's my time to shine, like ya'll girls said
It's my turn to whip niggas, and have niggas Cross have it, look
Keep it for 3 months and I'm gon' let ya'll by, yeah, right now
I'm lookin' for somethin' it's probably gonna be it, hey Ma
QP's the baddest, yo' sex, remind's the status, me V.I.P.
You need, to holla at us.

[Chorus]

Would you ride for me baby?
Would you bus' some slugs in them nigga's?
Heey, pump, pump, pump, pump, and ya'll niggas don't want to duck
Lemme bump that shit for ya', who make them hits for ya'
And when you down and out, I'm goin' make them knicks for ya'
All my niggas paper chase, paper chase,
And when them motherfuckers roll up in yo' face
You can catch a case, catch a case, so I just stay home niggas
I've got a phone niggas, roll when I blow nigga, hittin' other cities
Then I'm runnin' through the toll niggas, partner we die young
Wil'in out, no doubt, have fun, V.I.P., pop guns, and I drop bombs
But I, told ya'll motherfuckers just to come
And anything in my perimeter I bomb

[Chorus]

"Murders, Pimps + Thugs"
(feat. Ja Rule)

[Chorus 2X: Do or Die]
We the murderers, pimps plus thugs
We the murderers, pimps plus thugs
We the murderers, pimps plus thugs
We the murderers, murderers, murderers

[Ja Rule]
Growing up in the ghetto
With that New York state of mind
I realized that night, that my future was crime
Hustlin dimes was my trademark
Soon as that blunt spark
I, inhale, exhale, took my next sale
Daily routine, get up, wash ass, get cream
Cop that first tear on my slick sixteen
I seen more bricks and cash and shit
Got greedy, and weed up with that counterfit
Cuz Pa-pi's gettin sloppy, and kinda fiendly
Stupid nigga, you been trading thoughts with your enemy?
Murderous, grimey, from where? Hollis Queens
Woodhull, got it all from thugs and fiends
I need cream, so I strap the nine to my waistline
Grabbin OZ, keys to the three
Hundred GS nigga
Bulletproof vest to eliminate stress
Ha, who the best?

[Chorus 2X]

[Do or Die]
Don't get close to our side if you ain't from New York
You screamin "Ride or Die" or "Pimp till you die"
You figurin you a murderer, put your guns in the sky
Make them see em, cuz every nigga we fuck with has heaters
Don't get, stepped with these heaters when you hatin on these po-pos
Don't think for one time Ja's comin solo
It's Do or Die, Chicago collabo
Neighborhood watch you from a block with a flock of thugs
Ready to show some love
Grippin with extra guns and clips
And worldwide all these niggaz know we love that shit
How hard we hit, we put you in your darkest pits
It's Do or Die and Ja Rule nigga
Murda for life

[Chorus 2X]

[Do or Die]
Can't keep up with the paper chasin
Gonna run up with these glocks and rob the basement
Two niggaz with glocks, cock, pop, drop, quit hastin
I's put two in your bitch ass gettin hot with the casin
It's kill or be killed in Chi recognize what you facin
Whores and pimps, hustlers, killers, and drug dealers
Since a shorty been hollerin seeds with a plug in
Two for ten, up on the block diamond cut griller
Be em or see em motherfuckers, be a hoe skrilla
Iller noise state put through my blood
If niggaz got love it's in my blood
Run niggaz spittin hollows that's followin shit
And killin niggaz that ain't real, been hollerin shit

[Chorus 2X]

[Do or Die]
Better get gone, chrome by the hip bone
Hit domes like pickles, it's not to sit on
Better get'cho pimp on 'for the clips get sticked home
Sit back til the tricks gone
Then flash through the hood like you misunderstood
Diamonds over get that wood
It's all good see, low down four pound
Full clips for showdowns, smoke weed and throw down
Representin both towns, you don't know now, better slow down
P-I-M-P flippin filty
Cream stream dream, Hennessy, tipsy
Theres blood for the true thug, puttin weight in the po-pub
It's nuthin, sit down and shut up, roll like that
Then in the morn we ball like that

[Chorus till fade]

"Thuggin' It Out"
(feat. Outlawz)

Outlaw nigga
Do or Die nigga
Ride or die nigga
Let's get high nigga

[Young Noble - Outlawz]
Yo, I know niggas that kill
Niggas that dump pills
Niggas that ill
Niggas that don't feel
No remorse like mil for a bitch like you
I'm a Outlaw
What the fuck you thought I would do?
Elaine told me
Never let a fiend hold me
These streets is like hockey
And Kadafi the goalie
Know me
I'm too holy
You too phony
And too bony Tiger
Step in with two Tony's
With two chrome heats
Aimed at your dome-piece
It's all til we deceased
As long as we agree
It ain't a war
If there ain't no blood
Motherfucker
You ain't an Outlaw
If you ain't no thug
Middle fingers up
Wave 'em from side to side
Ride or die Do or Die
Outlaw for life
Middle fingers up
Wave 'em from side to side
Ride or die Do or Die
Outlaw for life
Thug it out.

[N.A.R.D. - Do or Die]
It's a ship it up yo flip
You see them dogs in me
Automatic static
Outlaws call on me
You see the balls on me
I'm gonna let 'em swang
Without them thangs
So if them cops rush them lanes
Put their names up the wall
Exactly where you left the green stacks
Money from the refs
Like you stackin' from that caine
If it's bullshit we'll set it off
If it's a full clip I'm gonna let it off
From L.A. to Chi-town
From Jersey to the black grounds
We'll shut this whole bitch down

[Chorus: Young Noble]
Who wanna bomb first?
Then the rest gonna follow
We livin' for today
We might not make it to tomarrow
Bore in your heart
Or insides hollow
If you wit me take a swallow
We drink from the same bottle
We share the same pain
This ain't a fair game
From your hood to my hood
It's never gonna change
Nigga
So we thuggin it out
Keep, keep, keep thuggin it out
Young niggas say
We keep thuggin it out
Keep, keep, keep thuggin it out
Come on, come on

[AK - Do or Die]
When my demons attack
You'll be hit in your back
I'm bringin' a black
Interio
Up in my lap
All off up in the strap
When y'all thuggin we on
If y'all fuck till we gone
I'll pull out and bust til they gone
Get 'em out and fire
'Cause can't no cop catch me
They after these?
Now I'll fuck the niggas with the cheese
Well I'm gonna catch 'em while they sleepin
Put 'em up off in the deep end
A nigga already leavin
I'll run but we can be peace-in
Or listen til I do ya
Hold my ruger
I'll make your death date a little sooner
Motherfucker

[Belo Zero - Do or Die]
I'm gonna tell you bitches on the wall
You fuckin' with individuals
Nutty motherfuckers
Straight from the ghetto motherfuckers
Smellin' blood like a savage beast
Tear you to pieces
While my mental increases
I'll break you off like Reese's Pieces
You been fuckin' with killas
If Belo Zero put one in your pillar
They gonna get blow
And count your filler
It's time for new
Flew or Do or Die I'm thugged out
Outlaw go get the mall
And we gonna clear 'em all out

[Chorus]

[E.D.I. - Outlawz]
The final impose to danger
Seconds away from destiny
Payback motherfucker
Now hear the recipe
E.D. Bin laden
I been ridin
Total domination is my goal
I want your souls
And more
Hear me
Here we go
Outlawz screamin' out your stereo
Grade imperial thugs
Hear me clearly
Though
We turnin' shit up
The rap game
We bout to burn shit up
Heatin' it up
Motherfuckers
We seek and destruct
Put your whole fuckin camper to sleep
For the love of Makaveli
There ain't no changin' me
T.H.U.G.
L.I.F.E.
Until they choose
To use tools
To come and get me
I wait for 'em
Pray for 'em
And when I see the white of his eyes
I aim for 'em
I ain't stolen
The pains callin'
So I gotta answer to it
The only way to be free
Is to be free
Now here's my chance to do it

[Chorus]

"Already Know"
(feat. E-40)

[E-40]
Hook up and do a song together
Ugh ugh, let's hook up and do a song
Uh huh, uh huh uh huh
Already know, game orienfested
Ugh, irrequested, ah, irrequested,
You already know, you already know

Chorus: Do or Die and E-40
Already know
You already know
Already know
You already know
Already know
You already know
Already know
I'ma speak my mind you speak yours
Uh huh, uh huh [2x]

[E-40]
Traffic at a standstill
Traffic backed up in the Chi-town
Interstate 55 me and my guys
Touchdown from the...
Probably goin' hook up and do a couple songs
Bout pimpin' ass playa
Partners from the Rap-A-Lot down to Do or Die
Then I spotted baby girl she was fly
Starin' me down up out the corner of her eye
...might as well give it a try.
Showin' bad spots kinda sorta remind me of baby girl from Soul Food
Vivica Fox, i'm in a mimigets strech limosine
She in a Porce Boxter lookin' hella clean
I rolled the tinted window crack down halfway
She asked me where i'm from I said the "Yay"
Area baby where we crazy baby
No if, and, buts, or questions baby

[AK-47]
Emo-tional playboy I can mingle with the coldest hoes
Playboy you already know
Thinkin like walfare cheap got her hair tuck deep
Uh huh but you already know
Got the bomb on the head
But you already know
Tell her somethin' good she redts to go
All off in my shit when I test the po
Rubbin on the Caddy fo we hit the mo mo
So why yo homies all on dummy
I can get em' paid if they all want money
Now I gotta have em' locked like loote
Thrownin that ass in them skin tight suits
Fly around the world, they be dancin in groups
Show the club love put the money in the juice
I don't have to flash my money got proof
LX 450, new game, diamond in the Rol'
New game, condo first floor
A whole new game
2 B's rolled up you already know
B's rolled up you already know

[Belo]
Why you throwin on the hints
Talkin' bout
That you tired of my shhh
Talkin' bout
All yo friends in ya ear
Tellin you to drink the Chichali pack up and roll out
Wanna leave young playa like me huh
Same hoe that a told with me huh
All I want is some ends, and the skins, set of twins
But nothin from me huh
But your brain in the fat 3 quick
Learn from nothin never amount to shhh
P-O P-I-M-P still
Take it to bed cause I'ma claim what i'm wit'
Warned at first but you was down for this shhh
Now you wanna act like a clown for the tricks, uh
Belo don't think so
You can kick up your heels hit the back or the front door
Len like a book better plead for ya ride
Rollin' the dice but with a head full of craps
Rollin like us' got needs ever have
30 per shoulder we aninline when we cap, uh
Shoot now cause I'ma tell you so
I got mine so get yours, uh, in the do
In the do, in the do

[Chorus]

[AK-47]
I'm legit like B-Legit fo real
Flex for a mil till my hand touch a bill
In the raw
Do my hand really gotta touch the steel
That means somebody get the raw deal
See you blowin me and um
See she chose me
And I uh, really don't want the body
I want the G's in fact, I want the keys
Please
You alreay know
All in my face talkin crazy
But you alreay know
Plus I'm cold wit' it
I'm cold wit' it
I'm cold wit' it

[E-40]
I came wit' it
I came wit' it
I'ma continue to put these peas up in the pot
Continue to spit these LUGZ up out my litical glock
Continue to spit these hot ones up out my chopper
Continue to always love Shakur, Tupac
I ain't no peon
So I guess that's why I can continue to poison these felines minds
These guys continue the tycoon status
To reponse, the saschwach pimp the trees on
Game
G-a-m-e game
Laced with a full supply
F-o-r-t-z-y
F-o-r-t-z-y Charlie Hustle
F-o-r-t-z-y Do or Die
Ah, you already know, ugh

[Chorus (2x)]

[E-40]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Ah, ah, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Ah, ah
Beeeyach, ugh
Ah, ah