H.W.A. - To Live Or Die lyrics

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H.W.A. - To Live Or Die lyrics

(Verse 1) It all got started on a hot summer day A shot was heard, a b**h was shot that day The hoes were taking over, riding three deep Lorenzo rims in a black cherry Jeep The b**h violated, her name was Terri B Riding the coat tail of the rapper Eazy-E Now I'm a give you an F cause your a**'ll stand tall A funky white b**h with a little bit of ball Ruthless, that's what you think you are A hoe is on the beat, so you won't get very far Talking that sh** on a murder you wrote b**h try again, that's a motherf**ing joke Wicky-wicky-wack, that's what I said Now a wacked a**ed b**h got a nine to her head Don't lay back, and start to cry It's a hell of a choice: To Live Or Die (Chorus: 4X) To Live Or Die Die b**h (Verse 2) I'm a motherf**er, I'll put you through a test You're another s**er I had to lay to rest Blood sweat and tears running down your face I ain't even pull a trigger, now I got a murder case I'll drop your a** right down to your knees You're begging like a punk, baby girl please f** you, yeah I said it again I'll kick your a** while I count to ten The choice is yours, you'd better make it fast Five more seconds, the nine up your a** I'm wasting my time, cause it ain't no fight I'm a f** you up when we touch the mike My rap's so strong, like an armored tank Step back b**h, cause you're about to get ganked HWA is in the place Kicking funky rhymes all in your face Murder, murder, is what you preach You wouldn't kick sand on a motherf**ing beach Your record deal is a mystery to me You must have give Eric some white p**y b**h, you think you're hard, but you're softer than bu*ter Trying to hang around the Compton brothers You want to be black, and that's no lie b**h, make a choice: To Live Or Die (Verse 3) I don't know where you're from, but it sure ain't the streets Cause you're walking around sweet and petite I'm the baddest, hardest b**h in the world Check my credentials, they call me baby girl Taking white b**hes out iis a hobby of mine f** all that sh**, Jaz pa** me the nine Remember that test, b**h you didn't pa** Now I'm forced to put the nine back in your a** Put the clip in then I blast you No that didn't get past you Your no rapping a** was bound to fail Now my motherf**ing a** might wind up in jail I went to court and copπed my plea I had to murder, she was a wack MC The judge liked me and gave me a try Cause he liked my hit: To Live Or Die (Chorus) (repeat and fade)