Yeah, history in the makin, Do or Die, Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh Me and Do or Die got my new verse Cold pimp tactics all in one package Hollerin at a chick
and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave
I turn I see niggaz burn Every nigga that I know's on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price Little young motherfucker doin triple
now or later You fucked up, shoulda murdered me playa Nigga is sweet like candy I don't care how much you pray Nigga I don't care how much you paid And
See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous) And if them runnin' off with me cash, That ass gonna have to pay the price, (Meet a muthafuckin
lay St. Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas comin' Oh but they can't take it, if you wanna make it Break 'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid Or your fuckin
or white? Mama, can you hear me? Try to understand. Is innocence the difference between a boy and a man. My daddy lived the lie, it's just the price that he paid
me than what you can see My love ain't been no bed of roses Just got moments of romance A piece of life is all I'm asking I paid the price, I paid it
breathe it I walk it I talk it I crave it I need it Jot lyrics nonstop every day and night I'd sell my soul for it, name the price Stay focused, I know
Who waan play? I hit hard papi Aztec bumbaye Jey! Now do as I do, do as I say And we don't have problems if you do it my way Uh! Pistol torn heaven right
issue and get undressed to kiss you If you match the price, otherwise she won't look at you twice But when you catch the lice, or get the urgency To go
pretty young girl once I had dreams I had high hopes I married a man he stole my heart away He gave his love but what a high price I paid All that you
: In every man there's good and bad Madness lurks in every brain Do you know what's deep in your head Are you a genius or insane Sometimes the borders
his worst - frustration never felt so good - you set the price with the seeds of regret - the seeds of hope are dying or dead in time the price paid -
order, for one to metamorphasize, from one's inner self being projected out into the astral plane and to rematerialize into an inanamite object or another
then why can't I, remember who I was Where I lived, or who I loved anymore Somehow at my age I learned a lot Without going to the school or fall in love
do this, we do it for real We do it for the love, we do it for the money For the cash, for the women, the birds We do it for the foundation, for the people
