To Live Or Die Songtext / Lyric

(Verse 1)

It all got started on a hot summer day

A shot was heard, a bitch was shot that day

The hoes were taking over, riding three deep

Lorenzo rims in a black cherry Jeep

The bitch 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 ass'll stand tall

A funky white bitch 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 shit on a murder you wrote

Bitch try again, that's a motherfucking joke

Wicky-wicky-wack, that's what I said

Now a wacked assed bitch 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






(Chorus: 4X)

To Live Or Die

Die Bitch



(Verse 2)

I'm a motherfucker, 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 ass right down to your knees

You're begging like a punk, baby girl please

Fuck you, yeah I said it again

I'll kick your ass while I count to ten

The choice is yours, you'd better make it fast

Five more seconds, the nine up your ass

I'm wasting my time, cause it ain't no fight

I'm a fuck you up when we touch the mike

My rap's so strong, like an armored tank

Step back bitch, 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 motherfucking beach

Your record deal is a mystery to me

You must have give Eric some white pussy

Bitch, 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

Bitch, make a choice: To Live Or Die



(Verse 3)

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 bitch in the world

Check my credentials, they call me baby girl

Taking white bitches out iis a hobby of mine

Fuck all that shit, Jaz pass me the nine

Remember that test, bitch you didn't pass

Now I'm forced to put the nine back in your ass

Put the clip in then I blast you

No that didn't get past you

Your no rapping ass was bound to fail

Now my motherfucking ass might wind up in jail

I went to court and copπed 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



(Chorus)

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