Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doe Or Die, artist - AZ. Album song Greatest Hits, Vol.1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.11.2017
Record label: EMI, Legacy, Motown
Song language: English
Doe Or Die |
Yeah, New York Undercover baby |
Whole lotta things done changed… |
Yeah, there’s a lot of people puttin black eyes in the game |
Knahmean? |
Time to do this though… |
Check it I had a block locked, but took a fall now I’m off my feet |
I gotta eat, so it’s back to these fuckin streets |
And I will grow cause I’m an old timer |
I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin mama |
I got a look like Tevin Campbell |
But still I gamble, hustle and scramble |
Cause money is muscles in this damn zoo |
And in order to make it, you gotta take it Be the boom blast booze bend or break it but don’t fake it That’s why there’s no guilt for these trife niggas bloods I spilt |
Took what they built, flippin they drug game on tilt |
Cause in New York, dealin drugs is a sport |
You either sell it, smoke it, shoot up or snort |
Either way you’re caught |
And since I’m in it, now I’m in it to win it; |
sky’s is the limit |
No more being some motherfucker’s lieutenant |
Shit, from this point that’s how I feel, I wanna fly |
Yeah, it’s either doe or die |
Chorus: (Repeat 2X) |
It’s like a jungle sometimes |
It’s like a jungle sometimes |
It’s like a jungle sometimes, the weed smoke makes me wonder |
How I keep from going under |
And all hoods I hang with mix slang in they language |
Love, kickin that gang shit, sellin on the same strip |
Hustlin hard, no matter how much we hated |
So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related |
Shit, puff bananas, not even the cops can stand us Cause of the way we vanish, everytime they come to can us 25 we get the money live — fuck all that funny jive |
The streets is our only source to survive |
And before any teeny-boppers think about tryin to stop us I rather put your head, through the propellers of a helicopter |
Cause all my peeps be playin for keeps |
Straight out the litter, so bitter |
these bandits don’t even need sweets |
Bringin the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers |
Move at night like truckers |
When suckers see us, they duck us Shit, only the real can relate to things a hungry man’ll, try |
It’s either doe or die |
And ever since I was a tarface baby, watchin Scarface |
I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase |
A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian |
Plus props from crooked cops, payin him tops not to run me in Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster |
Havin hoes playin me closer, sexin on a silk sofa |
Livin the life of the rich and trife |
Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife |
Without stress from some bitchin wife |
What a life, that’s why I be on what I be on |
Always ready to war for a score that’s sure to put me on And until then, I won’t seal in what I’m feelin |
It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin |
I’m goin all out, until I fallout; |
so much of a menace |
when I finish milkin New York I’ll have to fall out |
On the run, cause I know feds’ll try to knock me and railroad my soul to a hellhole if they got me But not me, I’m goin out fightin until I fry |
From hot lead no lie, like I said it’s either doe or die |
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality |
Fuck who’s the baddest |
A person’s status depends on salary |
If not why not |
Either you’re in it, or your in the way Baby Pah |
New yields, no quills |
I want it all. |
Chorus (repeat until fade) |