Live Or Die Lyrics
The song Live Or Die is performed by Master P .
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Unh, hehe, Master P and Treach, nigga
It's all family, baby, get them Naughty boys
I got the No Limit Soldiers and when we posse up
These niggaz gon' pay us
I thought I told you, have my money
(Whatcha wan' do, nigga?)
You got until sunrise or lose your life
(Whatcha gon' do, nigga?)
We comin' with them thangs and we ready to ride
(Where they at? Let's get 'em)
Are you ready to die?
(Live or die, live or die, live or die)
(Where they at? Let's get 'em)
Get a little bit of taste of the ba*s to the face
In the place for anybody not payin' on time
Rather be up in a six foot cell
Before I let another nigga get flagrant with mine
And we be takin' all cash, no checks, so go cancel this
I know niggaz are so scandalous
The ones I bust I'ma show 'em nuff crugs on how many people
Thinkin' that they can stand with this, sheeyit
I thought somebody told you, boy
Them Naughty niggaz ain't no toys
You're f**kin' with sixteen styles over sixteen bars
Sixteen car, man entourage
And when we get things started, I'm the hardest artist
Styles I flips retarded
Family who can handle this
From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles
I thought I told you, have my money
(Whatcha wan' do, nigga?)
You got until sunrise or lose your life
(Whatcha gon' do, nigga?)
We comin' with them thangs and we ready to ride
(Where they at? Let's get 'em)
Are you ready to die?
(Live or die, live or die, live or die)
(Where they at? Let's get 'em)
Hear the tale of the n'Illtown O.G., better know me
Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells
And Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me
And down to scrap, raise 'em from that
True tradition, raise 'em up and gangsta bitches
That'll blaze them butts, don't play for f**k
Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie's jackin'
With the drop-off point
(Yo, what the deal, nigga?)
You backed out, I f**kin' witnessed it
And have partners have to split shit with
(Nah, pay me now, bust it)
At sundown see I went on work
I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat
Watch a thug rock, slugs pop
With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots
He better pay me like he postin' bail
Or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail
I thought I told you, have my money
(Whatcha wan' do, nigga?)
You got until sunrise or lose your life
(Whatcha gon' do, nigga?)
We comin' with them thangs and we ready to ride
(Where they at? Let's get 'em)
Are you ready to die?
(Live or die, live or die, live or die)
(Where they at? Let's get 'em)
Gotta nab but I'm back
Now give me all my props again
I gotta kick your motherf**kin' a*s for steppin' on my moca*sins
We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature
It's Mystikal with Silk the Shocker and nem
No Limit Lieutenant is at it again
Catch me in the studio, tappin' in from it, actin' bad with a pen
No blackin', no ant draggin', no babblin'
I'm grabbin' the mic in the booth when they peak
I'ma gon' get me started wrestlin'
Turnin' and tusslin', clutchin' and musclin'
I saw myself the demons when I'm bustin' them
If you wanna live you wouldn't f**k with them, don't f**k with them
Ha, hah, don't f**k with them, look
Nigga, I keep a tight show, Luciano type dough
Feature Al Capone's way out nigga, I got that type of flow
Don't floss if it ain't yours
See we a bunch of feature artists, y'all a bunch of and mores
Get the picture like Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours
Catch me gettin' my floss on walkin' 'cross marble tan floors
Can't even touch the flow, can't even touch no coat
Bitch, I'm made now, I can't even much touch no mo'
f**k the whole rap game up, nigga, just one of my lines
Say ya know a nigga like me, you're lyin', bitch
'Cause I'm like one of a kind
From the Jerz to the five, oh, we get down and dirty ya heard
I gotta eat so I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird
So y'all better have what you owe me, by sundown
Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys and 'nem
We gonna get y'all!
I thought I told you, have my money
(Whatcha wan' do, nigga?)
You got until sunrise or lose your life
(Whatcha gon' do, nigga?)
We comin' with them thangs and we ready to ride
(Where they at? Let's get 'em)
Are you ready to die?
(Live or die, live or die, live or die)
(Where they at? Let's get 'em)