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    "Doe or Die" Lyrics


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    Yeah, New York Undercover baby
    Whole lotta things done changed...
    Yeah, there's a lot of people puttin black eyes in the game
    Knahmean? Time to do this though...

    Check it
    I had a block locked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet
    I gotta eat, so it's back to these fuckin streets
    And I will grow cause I'm an old timer
    I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin mama
    I got a look like Tevin Campbell
    But still I gamble, hustle and scramble
    Cause money is muscles in this damn zoo
    And in order to make it, you gotta take it
    Be the boom blast booze bend or break it but don't fake it
    That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas bloods I spilt
    Took what they built, flippin they drug game on tilt
    Cause in New York, dealin drugs is a sport
    You either sell it, smoke it, shoot up or snort
    Either way you're caught
    And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it; sky's is the limit
    No more being some motherfucker's lieutenant
    Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly
    Yeah, it's either doe or die

    Chorus: (Repeat 2X)

    It's like a jungle sometimes
    It's like a jungle sometimes
    It's like a jungle sometimes, the weed smoke makes me wonder
    How I keep from going under

    And all hoods I hang with mix slang in they language
    Love, kickin that gang shit, sellin on the same strip
    Hustlin hard, no matter how much we hated
    So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related
    Shit, puff bananas, not even the cops can stand us
    Cause of the way we vanish, everytime they come to can us
    25 we get the money live - fuck all that funny jive
    The streets is our only source to survive
    And before any teeny-boppers think about tryin to stop us
    I rather put your head, through the propellers of a helicopter
    Cause all my peeps be playin for keeps
    Straight out the litter, so bitter
    these bandits don't even need sweets
    Bringin the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers
    Move at night like truckers
    When suckers see us, they duck us
    Shit, only the real can relate to things a hungry man'll, try
    It's either doe or die


    And ever since I was a tarface baby, watchin Scarface
    I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase
    A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian
    Plus props from crooked cops, payin him tops not to run me in
    Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster
    Havin hoes playin me closer, sexin on a silk sofa
    Livin the life of the rich and trife
    Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife
    Without stress from some bitchin wife
    What a life, that's why I be on what I be on
    Always ready to war for a score that's sure to put me on
    And until then, I won't seal in what I'm feelin
    It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin
    I'm goin all out, until I fallout; so much of a menace
    when I finish milkin New York I'll have to fall out
    On the run, cause I know feds'll try to knock me
    and railroad my soul to a hellhole if they got me
    But not me, I'm goin out fightin until I fry
    From hot lead no lie, like I said it's either doe or die


    Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
    Fuck who's the baddest
    A person's status depends on salary


    If not why not
    Either you're in it, or your in the way Baby Pah
    New yields, no quills
    I want it all..

    Chorus (repeat until fade)
    This song was submitted on March 1st, 2006 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Emi Music Publishing.
    Written by Anthony S Cruz, Clifton Chase, Edward G Fletcher, Joseph Johnson, Melvin Glover, Sylvia Robinson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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