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    Do Or Die »

    Do Or Die Kain House текст песни

    Kain House


    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

    Verso 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


    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


    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


    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

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