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Rap Or Die
IP:
Rap or Die
Hitchcock: I'd just like to let yall know, this is how we live, its rap or die
Squad-Up:
Look, im about to put my foot down
These rappers is outta season, time you got took down
Squad-Up nigga im the first line of defense
Tre-8 blast, have ya brains lyin on the side of the fence
Im smokin out a bottle of that coca-cola
The bolder holda, wit mo razr's than motorola
My aim like Joe's its sloppppy, the wrist rocky
You'll be gettin it done, until ya chick spot me
Oh well, its just another whore in the game
Bright lights in the sky if you ignorin the name
Treat ya like a family portrait, put 4 in ya frame
Dog, stick home, or get snapped like a wishbone
I was born to spit, born to rip, born to flip
When im done wit the game, yall is born to quit
Come through and squash all the haters in the room
BOOM, now ya face got mo craters than the moon
Chorus:
[Hitchcock]
Puffin on the haze, gettin deep in my mind
Getup in the booth, so i can get up on the grind
Yeeeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son...
What!?.....Cheeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son...
Can't get enough of the lyrics and the beats
Keep my ear to the hood, and my spirit in the streets
Yeeeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son
What!?......Cheeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son....
Squad-Up
What it is? Im on a long run
And you know the boy aint gon stop until the jobs done
I rob funds, wit a collection of mob guns
Never stuck around the scene when the law comes
I could make a whole grip....wit no hits
And I dont need Ne-Yo to tell me im so sick
You blow dick, im just gettin on my grown shit
My whole clique aint never let the dough slip
Thats just a precursor to the murder
We about them Hardees drugs, coke flip like burgers
Agassi on the block, im the best server
You niggas stuck where you at, never get further
Ya crew scatter when the Uzi is DUMPIN...DUMPIN
My hood like Destinys Child, JUMPIN....JUMPIN
Got this shit in my veins, like im addicted to rap
What up, its Squad up ....Bitch niggas put ya guard up
Chorus:
[Hitchcock]
Puffin on the haze, gettin deep in my mind
Getup in the booth, so i can get up on the grind
Yeeeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son...
What!?.....Cheeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son...
Can't get enough of the lyrics and the beats
Keep my ear to the hood, and my spirit in the streets
Yeeeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son
What!?......Cheeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son....
Lets go, dont body yaself shorty...its the Cartel....Hitchcock what up!
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