BG Knocc Out & Gangsta Dresta - Do Or Die lyrics

[Intro: Dresta] *laughing* Yeah, you n***as ain't knowin' *laughing* B.G. Knocc Out on a motherf**in' mission *laughing* Puttin' marks in check Cause bustas get no respect *laughing* Yeah, it's the big bad west side, mad a** Compton [Verse 1: B.G. Knocc Out] Early afternoon as I starts my day With a fat a** jay and a bottle of Alizé Dips to the turf and as I roll up the block I see my n***as in the cut with they Glocks co*ked Back, ready to peel a n***a's cap Cause in the wicked west side it's some like that I got to watch my back, cause n***as know my face So I packs a 9-double-m just to stay safe When I'm rollin' or just dippin' through traffic A s**er stare me down. I'mma let his a** have it With the automatic And keep dippin' lane to lane, as I throw up the N for the west side gang n***a, it ain't no future and you frontin' or you fakin' And youngstas like me ain't givin' up nothin' So, until you motherf**ers recognize This is big bad west side, n***a, do or die [Hook: La Tee (Dresta)] Never will I run, never will I hide (This is big bad west side, n***a, do or die) [Verse 2: B.G. Knocc Out] Steady bangin', steady slangin', steady hangin' With my n***as still maintainin' Like a loc inhaling doja smoke And as long as I keep jackin' I'mma never go broke I fall shorter than a midget with no knees While all these marc n***as rollin' around on D's Please, I gots to get my man Anyway I can with this gat in my hand I could come up with the master plan Blast a man if he don't cooperate now Draw the gat to his head, tell him to lay face down On the ground and don't make a move Cause you've already taken a loss and if you do you really lose Out on your life, your kids and wife So be a smart man and come about the knives If you do then I let you stay alive But if you don't then I guess you gotta die [Hook x4] [Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out] I got a call from my n***a sayin' the homie went down (damn) He got caught slippin' by some n***as from the town Now he's in M-L-K in critical condition f** that I got to go on a mission for my n***a Cause I know he do it for me Now I'm waitin' for the little homies To come back with the G ride And take a trip to the east side Catch a clown slippin' and open fire on his black a** And blast on ‘em all night, cause I believe in the theory ‘Take a life for a life', yeah Now my homie ain't the only one who fell Cause I know for sure I sent one down to hell n***a, and I'm still tryin' to earn some stripes So you best not get caught slippin' cause it's on, on sight Two funerals in one week, so now I gots to suit up One I'm rollin' a ten and the other I'm gonna shoot up Say what'cha gonna do what to B.G Right about now, yo, I don't think you wanna see me Because it wouldn't be a happy scene All you see is me unload the whole seventeen Rounds, dead up in your chest That's what you get for runnin' up without a bullet proof vest, s**er Before I die I'm gonna take at least five Cause when you're from the N-U-T-T-Y It's do or die [Hook x4] [Outro] This is big bad west side, n***a, do or die (x3)