Do Or Die

[Intro: Dresta] *laughing* Yeah, you niggas ain't knowin' *laughing* B.G. Knocc Out on a motherfuckin' mission *laughing* Puttin' marks in check Cause bustas get no respect *laughing* Yeah, it's the big bad west side, mad ass Compton [Verse 1: B.G. Knocc Out] Early afternoon as I starts my day With a fat ass jay and a bottle of Alizé Dips to the turf and as I roll up the block I see my niggas in the cut with they Glocks cocked Back, ready to peel a nigga's cap Cause in the wicked west side it's some like that I got to watch my back, cause niggas know my face So I packs a 9-double-m just to stay safe When I'm rollin' or just dippin' through traffic A sucker stare me down. I'mma let his ass have it With the automatic And keep dippin' lane to lane, as I throw up the N for the west side gang Nigga, it ain't no future and you frontin' or you fakin' And youngstas like me ain't givin' up nothin' So, until you motherfuckers recognize This is big bad west side, nigga, do or die [Hook: La Tee (Dresta)] Never will I run, never will I hide (This is big bad west side, nigga, do or die) [Verse 2: B.G. Knocc Out] Steady bangin', steady slangin', steady hangin' With my niggas still maintainin' Like a loc inhaling doja smoke And as long as I keep jackin' I'mma never go broke I fall shorter than a midget with no knees While all these marc niggas rollin' around on D's Please, I gots to get my man Anyway I can with this gat in my hand I could come up with the master plan Blast a man if he don’t cooperate now Draw the gat to his head, tell him to lay face down On the ground and don’t make a move Cause you’ve already taken a loss and if you do you really lose Out on your life, your kids and wife So be a smart man and come about the knives If you do then I let you stay alive But if you don’t then I guess you gotta die [Hook x4] [Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out] I got a call from my nigga sayin' the homie went down (damn) He got caught slippin' by some niggas from the town Now he’s in M-L-K in critical condition Fuck that I got to go on a mission for my nigga Cause I know he do it for me Now I’m waitin' for the little homies To come back with the G ride And take a trip to the east side Catch a clown slippin' and open fire on his black ass And blast on ‘em all night, cause I believe in the theory ‘Take a life for a life’, yeah Now my homie ain’t the only one who fell Cause I know for sure I sent one down to hell Nigga, and I’m still tryin' to earn some stripes So you best not get caught slippin' cause it’s on, on sight Two funerals in one week, so now I gots to suit up One I’m rollin' a ten and the other I’m gonna shoot up Say what’cha gonna do what to B.G Right about now, yo, I don’t think you wanna see me Because it wouldn’t be a happy scene All you see is me unload the whole seventeen Rounds, dead up in your chest That’s what you get for runnin' up without a bullet proof vest, sucker Before I die I’m gonna take at least five Cause when you’re from the N-U-T-T-Y It's do or die [Hook x4] [Outro] This is big bad west side, nigga, do or die (x3)