My world came to an end And then you came back I think you brought it back together Now I know There is no (there is no) Way (there's no there is no way) That I can go on without you baby
Yeah, history in the makin, Do or Die Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh Me and Do or Die got maneuvers Cold pimp tactics all in one package Hollerin' at a chick that could of been a actress Right now her back is layin' on my mattress Why your team pissed like urine Only rock things made for a king Tell me tell me it was the LV Bigger that the jeans of the Rap floor green That's how I gotcha So I you want a role model to call like Patra Quit hollerin' at them losers And get with this shit that Got his own business an entrepreneur
Off the block now Shit got the pipe down Industry niggas I just got bomb Track from Kanye West pass the bomb aye Kick the doors down like Desert Storm Where's the millions I'm the chameleon Transformatin', rock a show like God Drivin' for status Big my apparatus You gotta now I'm getting all that dough Hotter than your shit Bullshit, got a full clip Think I'm a punk then get your back broke slow I'm the shiznick down to my diznick Lyrics so hot enough for frozen snow Feel of the bomb again and get fucked the he say she say He say she say I ain't gon make it The throne is my mine Chi-town where's the crown From the days of Capone, nigga You know we gon take it I wanna vint Vivian and own my own block Print my check like Johnny Walker Scott Damn if you do or you don't you move over Save some room for the black Casanova
Ladies and gentlemen. You is tunin' in to Do Or Die (thank you) Kanye West Chi-town finest. World clap your hands for us one time It's the world premiere, You don't understand though Man we got the plan. We gon put it in your hands like this It ain't nothing happenin'. You know what I'm sayin'? We make it happen. Bullshit ain't nothing Joe. Chi-town finest You know how it go. Come on. Come on Uh, come on, come on
This the last time you see my like this here stuntin' 16,5 & 3 ain't that somethin'? As long as we makin the paper the hoes comin' Suppose I get behind the mic and flow somethin' Kanye show the chain ladies expose something With a hummer H2 with the Benz there's no frontin' With some ice you can skate on Now I got no weight on It's gettin to the point when the ballas try hate on Proticops I stayed on And made a lot of hot songs Do you think I'm a P.I.M.P. In a SL5 Halle Berry colors scoop me Groupies and Gucci you know you can't exclude me Ladies get around be like "He's so cool G" No I'm not booshie just Eric and Young Stoopie The black Hugh Heffner
Tell me tell me Lord can you hear me? Sometimes I walk these streets and get weary Most of the times I can't let these niggas get near me With this hatred, jealousy, and envy I went to church and they said you had a remedy A remedy to set me free and take away my enemies So I pray to the day when I get to see All the faces that put me down up in the industry So from the street to the club It's ya boy show me love We gotta keep it gangstas that's how we gettin love Never fall for the love of the dough Stay true, straight to the facts and the game to show
