To Live or Die (Explicit) 歌詞
To Live or Die (Explicit) - H.W.A.
It all got started on a hot summer day
A shot was heard
A b**ch was shot that day
The hoes were taking over
Riding three deep
Lorenzo rims in a black cherry Jeep
The b**ch 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**ch 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*t on a murder you wrote
B**ch try again
That's a mother f**king joke
Wicky wicky wack
That's what I said
Now a wacked assed b**ch 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
To live or die
Die b**ch
To live or die
Die b**ch
To live or die
Die b**ch
To live or die
Die b**ch
I'm a mother f**ker
I'll put you through a test
You're another sucker 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**k 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**k you up when we touch the mike
My rap's so strong like an armored tank
Step back b**ch
'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 mother f**king beach
Your record deal is a mystery to me
You must have give Eric some white buls*it
F**k you think you're hard
But you're softer than butter
Trying to hang around the Compton brothers
You want to be black and that's no lie
B**ch make a choice
To live or die
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**ch in the world
Check my credentials
They call me baby girl
Taking white b**ches out iis a hobby of mine
F**k all that sh*t
Jaz pass me the nine
Remember that test
B**ch you didn't pass
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 mother f**king
A** might wind up in jail
I went to court and coped 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
Die b**ch
To live or die
Die b**ch
To live or die
Die b**ch
To live or die
Die b**ch
To live or die
Die b**ch
To live or die
Die b**ch
To live or die
Die b**ch
To live or die
Die b**ch
To live or die
Die b**ch
To live or die
Die b**ch