Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Or Die, artist - clipping.. Date of issue: 09.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Or Die |
| Guns on the table, mama in the back room |
| 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 hear 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, cack cack |
| And you keep going back |
| Because 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 |
| This trap life is deeper than going to church |
| Deeper than a diss verse, my hand in that bitch purse |
| Post it on, bitch you cornered |
| Corner store, pushing work |
| Wanted one ounce, it’s the whole thing |
| Stuff a swisher full of purp, smoke it |
| Getting money or die, fuck the cops |
| Dope fiends need it like skinny bitches need ass shots |
| 30 in the plastic Glock, ski-mask beanie on |
| Yeah I grew up on my own, you could call it home grown |
| Feeling like I’m Al Capone, on my new Chic' city shit |
| Palms itchy, wrist twitch, bag and sold a whole brick |
| It’s gon' be a homicide, put your hands in my pocket |
| Guce’ll bust a cap in a nigga like rocket |
| Colors, colors, gang bang capital |
| White house down, got a ho on in front the capital |
| Bitches playin', don’t miss the violence like KC and Mary J |
| Now listen to this hook from Clipping and have a nice day, it’s Guce |
| 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 gang 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 styling though |
| Smiling diamonds on 'em |
| First to get a tooth snatched when the llamas drawn |
| 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 |