Do Or Die - Paid The Price Lyrics

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 that coulda 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 mod chick call like Patrice

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 niggaz I just got bomb

Track from Kanye West pass the bomb ay

Kick the doors down and there’s a star

Where’s the millions

I’m the chameleon

Transformatin and rock the show like god

Drivin for status

Big my apparatus

You gotta now I’m getting all that dough

Hotta 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 f*cked 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 Bentley 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 cats aloha

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

But this shit 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 hill stuntin’

16-503 ain’t that sumthin

As long as we makin the paper the hoes comin

Suppose I get behind the mic and flow sumthin

Kanye show the chain ladies and spose sumthing

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 lotta hot song

Do you think I’m a P.I.M.P.

In a SL5 holla berry colors scoop me

Groupies and Gucci you know you can’t exclude me

Ladies get around be like he’s so coochie

No I’m not Buddha 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 niggaz 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 be dead 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


[Thanks to zeefaketest for adding these lyrics]