Do Or Die lyrics

Do Or Die lyrics

"Keep It Real lyrics"

Candle Of Fire lyrics
Not in magnificient temples Shining of gods Beat up the ghost Carrier of wealth Not in lightnes arch The beautiful altars Not in smoke of soul Candle of fire. No that who ones there in poor cribs For his son make the cosiness That and for ghost want the intermost Hartly cribs norrowness in asylam. Where ghost consoler arise the temple For his son shall rescue peoples Where he want live so as calm So as truth p
(feat. Johnny P)

[car starts]
Uhh, for the two G's, for the millenium
Do or Die

[Johnny P]
Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain't gon' pay no bills

[Chorus: Johnny P + Do or Die]

Police - can't see me ballin
Sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey
And I - can never pay your bills
Cause I gotta keep it real, real, real
I got my key on the passenger side
So ain't no scrub in me, me, me
Police - can't see me ballin
Sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey

[Verse One]
First of all, you can shut it down baby
Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
Get down for wars an' I'm, livin my life under the gun
And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em
And that's the victom of the shorties in my grill
Askin me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills
Do I gots
A Different Corner lyrics
I'd say love was a magical thing I'd say love would keep us from pain - Had I been there had I been there. I would promise you all of my life But to lose you would cut like a knife - So I don't dare no I don't dare! 'Cause I've never come close in all of these years You are the only one to stop my tears - And I'm so scared I'm so scared. Take me back in time maybe I can forget Turn a different corner and w
the flex to get wit cha, paint you a cold picture
See - y'all the ones got me slappin out
And all my homeboys jappin out
Crappin out, love that, where my Crips and my Bloods at?
Lords at, G's at, feedback, need that
Niggaz blaze that weed sack
I'll cop a drop wit that knees fat
Y'all can't see me, best-ta believe that

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
This shit hit the back door, by the way
Why you tryin' to play that mack fo'?
If a nigga gotta pay a triple X hoe,
Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho
Open up let some air through the window
I could never give my money to a bimbo
Real players get high off endo
Make cash like the owners of the Timbo
Chi-Town, real player, real true love
20 inch on the rims, fucker says what?
Bet the po' to the next thug
Recognize the queen, you come to meAncient History lyrics
Sometimes I wonder how I got mixed up with you You just cannot comprehend the things that I do The truth is so fragile, the ties are so true Lying in the nettles where the blossoms once grew So now you're asking what is this mystery And all these questions, ancient history Sometimes I wonder what is left to be said If I'm consumed and fading will the children be fed? The roof is always creaking, the stone has be
> But you gotta see, you're a what-what?
Gotta sign the puh-puh; flip bitch
Hit the block, I'ma rhyme in the Hummer
Better be on some platnium shit
Roley bling bling, keep a gat wanna snap it
Been well known to react quick
When they see I got a star, they pause and they react quick
I'm immune to the hot shit, nevertheless
Shitty-sha(??) just beware of where the hat fit
Yo pimp where the plastic?
This pimp, real pimp, it's the pimp like a maverick
Playerism is a habit
I'm at the club wit 'um wit Crystal, what what

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Lil' baller be me, can't see me
Never get her with a TV, cause we be
In the five-double-oh, posed with the clothes
(??) dyslexic on the passenger side
Don't mean that I ain't got the keys to ride
She's the pie, my, my, my
We done came to fuck a
Lost In A Portrait lyrics
I analyze everything, I know what you mean I answer by questioning all that I need And I want to, to surrender I want you to see all the sides All the faces inside of me I see I'm not perfect, but that's all I see Lost in a portrait, in a picture of me This can't be everything I see That my canvas is incomplete Your color's everything to me And my canvas will set me free My outline is
nd get gone, pay no bills
Flex the mind to make the bank to bounce
Nigga bounce shit like the Dirty South
Watch that shit with a dirty mouth
Know you ain't mad, ain't splurgin out
But if ya heard me out, on the passenger side
Care to bore me with the rest of the guys?
Spittin blunts, droppin jewels
Spittin at hoes, that'll be cool

[Johnny P]
Pay no bills, pay no bills
Pay no bills, pay no..
I gotta keep it real, so I can't pay this here
Why you all up in my grill?
You can tell me about it, to pay the bill, pay the bill

[Chorus]

[Johnny P]
I got to keep...

[Outro]
One time, uhh... from the real, Do or Die c'mon
A-Rock, uhh.. Back-Pack, Jack-of-Love
Uhh uhh, Johnny P
Uh.. down - like - that - what?
Keep it real baby, 2000, millenium, we gone