clipping. - Or Die Lyrics
[Verse 1: Clipping]Guns on the table, mama in the back room*****es in the kitchen, water whipping crack foamClap foam, clack foam, please respect the trap, homieWhen it snap, homieYou a rat, homieRoaches in the ashtray blowingEverybody blowingOr they sniffing blow andYelling "there they go" andThey can see the 'po andThey be riding slow and looking at the doorBut it's day, and it's just somebody's daughter skipping ropeLike peas, porridge hotPeas porridge coldMiss Mary Mack in the 'lac with the goldHundred spoke, lung and smokingWhen she speak, teach me tokingBlack sleeve, black leather seat, black '44Black snapback cap to the back, talk smack, cack cackAnd you keep going backBecause you're knowing where you're at[Hook: Clipping]Everybody wanna rap but don't know howEverybody wanna run when they hear that soundEverybody think they're hard until their face hits groundEverybody making choices that are not profoundYou can get money or dieGet faded or dieGet famous or dieGive that stainless or dieGet your hands in the sky or get it between the eyesGet money or die, get money or die[Verse 2: Clipping]Bring it back, homieAll of that moneyGotta pay the pimp like you gotta pay the taxIf you're gonna pay to *****, you're a trick, that's thatIf you're gonna name names you a snitch, not a crack dealerNot a killer, not a boss, no, you're roleplayingBut I don't hit it, crit it, listen this is not a game, shitWhy you on that slang shit if you wanna name shitWhy you on that slang shit if you smoke that same shitPlenty pieces on the board, all the squares black thoughCaught up in the soot from that bootstrap class, soGet it how you're living and live in the color of calicoCatch me out here tripping, they got it back with the chalice dronesBut they smiling thoughShining diamonds on herFirst to get it to snatch win the llamas drawn onPictures in the pavement, pick a corner with flowersTire marks where they laying, back to work in an hour[Hook]
