Project Pimp - Do or Die lyrics

[Man preaching] Either you choose life or you choose d**h Either you choose life or you choose d**h Based on the decision that you make God has come and offered you life Your enemy can only offer you d**h (d**hrow) If you choose to stay wid your enemy Then you choose d**h (d**hrow) If you choose to leave the enemy And strike out into the unknown..... Hook: Tommy Wright III Die motherf**a cause you knew this was a do or die Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die I-I-It's a homicide (4x) [Verse 1: Dirty Red] In my situation, of total devastation Spread my hustle all across the motherf**in' nation n***as wanna click-a, it don't matter cause you'll get buck I'm tryna make some bone first, cause I'm tearin' patches out yo heart When you start to stir like you come from Corna Village Blood gon' start to spilly, my gat gon' start to drilly n***as in the head wid that infra-red beamin' Blood is steady streamin', you f**in' wid ah demon n***as I and murderers in the South is where I dwell Wid plenty ah clientelle and I got them gats as well So don't try to run up, cause I'm quick to pull that gun up I'm askin' questions last, cause I'm sure as hell gon' blast A n***a in the past wid that muthaf**in' dumb sh** You don't know who you f**in' wid, I run, wid a gangsta click D-I-R-T-Y, R-E-D is not afraid ah you hoes You gon' die or I'm gon' die, and that's just how the story goes [Red talks] Yeah Dirty Red up in this b**h And I want you boys to know on Corna Village I'm not runnin', and I'm not hidin' from anyone ah you hoes You know what I'm sayin, a n***a look for me if they want to Or get they a** blast, what's up my n***a Lil Bay Hook (4x) [Verse 2: Tommy Wright III] Down for my crown, ten toe down, Tommy ain't givin' a fu*k! Runnin' and gunnin' a tech in my coat When I open my trench if a n***a's best built n***as who trippin' and scrapin' A bullet on side ah they face just for f**in' wid Tommy The n***a that's creepin' and sneakin' and peekin' And bustin' wide seekin' the beautiful money Isn't it funny how a n***a get scared Watch me put a forty-five to a n***a head Please don't shoot, first thing that he say Then he hit his knees and begin to pray Trick quit cryin' on my motherf**in' grain Here leave him at a stand still once he hear it co*k Look him in the face, put the gun between his eyes Piss runnin' down his leg, Tommy Wright ain't surprise Do or die, cause a head know gotta go In the midst of the pistol smoke Mind of a criminal makin' me dog out a dirty ho When I be going for broke (Die motherf**a, die motherf**a, die) Since that day I seen Boyz In Tha Hood I always wanted to do a drive-by Buck a n***a down to the ground hangin' out the sunroof Wid the Glock co*ked ready aim fire Grippin' the forty-four, lookin' from side to side Tryna find business to be in a drive-by On the mission, as I creep deep wid a click thick as John Gotti Doggin' the b**hes and hoggin' the riches And fillin' these ditches wid dead bodies.... [Tommy talks] Straight from a hood called Memphis Tennessee Do or die no lie, this sh** ain't gon' stop till my casket drop One man gang Tommy Wright the third known as Tommy three (III) Down wid ten wanted men till the world end, Street Smart in charge Hook (4x) [Verse 3: Project Pimp] Thinkin' of a plan, do or die you can try Project Pimp gon' spill yo blood Comin' through the door who is that, finna blast wid the mask Got ah all tight glove, lunatic lunatic beggin' for mercy One hit now yo Tommy's they covered wid holes Psycho Pimp maniac devious ready to shoot a b**h Leaving yo family froze P to the R to the O-J-E-C-T to the P-I-M-P blast Four to the four what it's cold to ya face What'cha say, I'm finna k** yo a** Fillin' you up wid hollow tips If you pray n***a you'll probably catch a slug f**in' wid one ah these here, n***a die n***a makin' you lose a pint ah blood Jumpin' up outta the Chevy in the bush I will scatter and leavin' you dead in the street Project Pimp buckin' you b**hes So quicka-ly puttin' you sissy a** b**hes to sleep Lockin' him up in the trunk for those nites He was screamin' and hollerin' I know he was scared Forty-four buck in the trunk outta luck No more b**h and I know that this n***a was dead Runnin' and gunnin' for runnin' and funny How s**as can call themselves k**as and thugs Blastin' that ho he was snitchin' He got a gun fillin' him up wid them forty-four slugs k**in' and pimpin' it's all in my system So b**hes and n***as got trouble for real Rest in peace s**a don't f** wid me Project Pimp n***a you only got one life to live, b*tch!