Kill or Be Killed Lyrics
| Song | Kill or Be Killed |
| Artist | Do or Die |
| Album | Picture This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Let's start it the land of heartless assassin killers | |
| Concrete gorillas | |
| Cold blooded mind mentally dead *******z | |
| Cold temperature feelers | |
| Them ones who shoot to yo life gone | |
| When the nights on | |
| You body disappear into a dark zone - it on | |
| Im mad dogging you crib with my chrome | |
| Tapping yo phones at home | |
| Leave yo kids all alone ?they gone | |
| Smoked 'em from 'em blunts to leaves | |
| Nobody want to ******* with the | |
| Im on some pipe bomb type ************t ?pull up with the | |
| The editor (and I) ?eliminate my competitor | |
| Time to feel the wrath of full-blooded predator | |
| So in my head I'm on back tracking *******z | |
| Subtracting *******z ?I'm about to figure ?who react with triggers | |
| Bi-ach it up to you who react the quickest | |
| I'm sending yo partner ransom notes | |
| Explaining who on ************t list | |
| Cause all we represent is hit list | |
| So remember this | |
| In my ******g city it's kill or be killed | |
| [Chorus 2X] | |
| K- I - L - L or I'll be (x3) | |
| Kill or be killed | |
| I'ma take a life quick as I take a breath | |
| And I ain't excepting this bull************t | |
| I'm livin just like I ain't excepting death | |
| Preconception left you son-of-************ you stuck | |
| Hit you with this thang ?on the tock with a name ?cause a killa just buck | |
| Never wire me up ?the center of yo essence past to file me up | |
| It a be plenty mo' crimes ceases and pourin me swigs | |
| A ******* just got ******* up | |
| Visualize a fly gettin smashed by a battle rag | |
| Put it in da frame Nigeroe get the picture who I am | |
| (Who it is) | |
| Zero muthafukin zero | |
| Cooler than that wind when you hit that corner ************ | |
| So don't ******* with me hoe ?cause we know | |
| How drama calculate ?testing out *******z fate | |
| Keep yo head straight ?avoiding that dead weight ?************t up out the gate | |
| I often feel when ************t get drastic | |
| I'ma make a mother*******a notice my production of these closed caskets | |
| ****** up get blasted ?since preschool on some bad ************t | |
| Your first and last pick ?its kill or be killed on you bastards | |
| [Chorus 2X] | |
| Seventeen in the mist - double you - distribute ******* is scarred to shoot | |
| Mutha*******a done retracute ?plus bleed the few ut I gotta execute | |
| When I'm next to you ?automatic murder tactic become invincible | |
| It seems you know ?lay it down mother*******a ?that how you know | |
| You finst to go ?you ******* know ?tamper with a ******* ?jag off | |
| In the lead off ?get you blast off ?in a Red Cross ?hit the Feds off | |
| Cause your heads off ?looking for the head bone ?stepping over boundaries | |
| Its sounds to me ?picture ******* surrounding me ?on dummy ************t | |
| But we can ball on the funny ************t ?a ******* body in the hollow tips | |
| With extra clips hit?unload with the four pound | |
| And I throw down - show down | |
| Finna flow down ?you toe' down | |
| Now I gotta finish the job ?if I wanna cover low ground | |
| Since I'm low down | |
| I'm maddog release these fifteens from this wanch | |
| Yelp hit ?smoke pound ?******* slow down | |
| So when I hit ya with the ra-ta-tat- | |
| Take the game ?remain the pain | |
| Smoke the ****** ?make the G's | |
| Tame the strain ?sixteen with an L | |
| Gotta get away tonight ?no blue and white | |
| No ************ will do ya right | |
| Shut 'em down stay true for life | |
| Vause its you for life ?and I'ma choose ya life | |
| Have a feelin lay the body turning blue tonight | |
| Mutha*******a you die | |
| Sixteen in the clip one in my mother****** chamber | |
| Loco ass ******* ?going through spells of anger ?you can anail the danger | |
| I'm feening the snaps so call me a hype for the static I'm icning | |
| My brain recycling havoc | |
| son-of-a ************ I'm psycho dramatic | |
| but I think I'm cursed with more than this evil ************t | |
| I can take you back to some mid-evil ************t | |
| but guess what weapons we gone pick | |
| it all be more than a man can imagine having -- damn-it | |
| seventeen hot ones at yo skin grabbin worse than (??) stabbing | |
| see my workout drama and my room is tatted | |
| and I'm surrounded by triple darkness so dont (?) I take this drastic | |
| be more than disasterist | |
| when I'm grabbin that black mask and that magazine | |
| cat and da back | |
| giving they ass some plastic fist | |
| see my papa told me punking 'em out wont do no damn good | |
| ******g with yo manhood | |
| you handle it where that man stood, so dont ask me | |
| if I'm of a piece a piece of ************ and a piece of ******g steel | |
| Cause in my city ************ its kill or be killed |
| Let' s start it the land of heartless assassin killers | |
| Concrete gorillas | |
| Cold blooded mind mentally dead z | |
| Cold temperature feelers | |
| Them ones who shoot to yo life gone | |
| When the nights on | |
| You body disappear into a dark zone - it on | |
| Im mad dogging you crib with my chrome | |
| Tapping yo phones at home | |
| Leave yo kids all alone? they gone | |
| Smoked ' em from ' em blunts to leaves | |
| Nobody want to with the | |
| Im on some pipe bomb type t? pull up with the | |
| The editor and I? eliminate my competitor | |
| Time to feel the wrath of full-blooded predator | |
| So in my head I' m on back tracking z | |
| Subtracting z? I' m about to figure? who react with triggers | |
| Bi-ach it up to you who react the quickest | |
| I' m sending yo partner ransom notes | |
| Explaining who on t list | |
| Cause all we represent is hit list | |
| So remember this | |
| In my g city it' s kill or be killed | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| K- I - L - L or I' ll be x3 | |
| Kill or be killed | |
| I' ma take a life quick as I take a breath | |
| And I ain' t excepting this bull t | |
| I' m livin just like I ain' t excepting death | |
| Preconception left you son-of- you stuck | |
| Hit you with this thang? on the tock with a name? cause a killa just buck | |
| Never wire me up? the center of yo essence past to file me up | |
| It a be plenty mo' crimes ceases and pourin me swigs | |
| A just got up | |
| Visualize a fly gettin smashed by a battle rag | |
| Put it in da frame Nigeroe get the picture who I am | |
| Who it is | |
| Zero muthafukin zero | |
| Cooler than that wind when you hit that corner | |
| So don' t with me hoe? cause we know | |
| How drama calculate? testing out z fate | |
| Keep yo head straight? avoiding that dead weight? t up out the gate | |
| I often feel when t get drastic | |
| I' ma make a mother a notice my production of these closed caskets | |
| up get blasted? since preschool on some bad t | |
| Your first and last pick? its kill or be killed on you bastards | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Seventeen in the mist - double you - distribute is scarred to shoot | |
| Mutha a done retracute? plus bleed the few ut I gotta execute | |
| When I' m next to you? automatic murder tactic become invincible | |
| It seems you know? lay it down mother a? that how you know | |
| You finst to go? you know? tamper with a? jag off | |
| In the lead off? get you blast off? in a Red Cross? hit the Feds off | |
| Cause your heads off? looking for the head bone? stepping over boundaries | |
| Its sounds to me? picture surrounding me? on dummy t | |
| But we can ball on the funny t? a body in the hollow tips | |
| With extra clips hit? unload with the four pound | |
| And I throw down - show down | |
| Finna flow down? you toe' down | |
| Now I gotta finish the job? if I wanna cover low ground | |
| Since I' m low down | |
| I' m maddog release these fifteens from this wanch | |
| Yelp hit? smoke pound? slow down | |
| So when I hit ya with the ra-ta-tat- | |
| Take the game? remain the pain | |
| Smoke the? make the G' s | |
| Tame the strain? sixteen with an L | |
| Gotta get away tonight? no blue and white | |
| No will do ya right | |
| Shut ' em down stay true for life | |
| Vause its you for life? and I' ma choose ya life | |
| Have a feelin lay the body turning blue tonight | |
| Mutha a you die | |
| Sixteen in the clip one in my mother chamber | |
| Loco ass? going through spells of anger? you can anail the danger | |
| I' m feening the snaps so call me a hype for the static I' m icning | |
| My brain recycling havoc | |
| son-of-a I' m psycho dramatic | |
| but I think I' m cursed with more than this evil t | |
| I can take you back to some mid-evil t | |
| but guess what weapons we gone pick | |
| it all be more than a man can imagine having -- damn-it | |
| seventeen hot ones at yo skin grabbin worse than? ? stabbing | |
| see my workout drama and my room is tatted | |
| and I' m surrounded by triple darkness so dont? I take this drastic | |
| be more than disasterist | |
| when I' m grabbin that black mask and that magazine | |
| cat and da back | |
| giving they ass some plastic fist | |
| see my papa told me punking ' em out wont do no damn good | |
| g with yo manhood | |
| you handle it where that man stood, so dont ask me | |
| if I' m of a piece a piece of and a piece of g steel | |
| Cause in my city its kill or be killed |
| Let' s start it the land of heartless assassin killers | |
| Concrete gorillas | |
| Cold blooded mind mentally dead z | |
| Cold temperature feelers | |
| Them ones who shoot to yo life gone | |
| When the nights on | |
| You body disappear into a dark zone - it on | |
| Im mad dogging you crib with my chrome | |
| Tapping yo phones at home | |
| Leave yo kids all alone? they gone | |
| Smoked ' em from ' em blunts to leaves | |
| Nobody want to with the | |
| Im on some pipe bomb type t? pull up with the | |
| The editor and I? eliminate my competitor | |
| Time to feel the wrath of full-blooded predator | |
| So in my head I' m on back tracking z | |
| Subtracting z? I' m about to figure? who react with triggers | |
| Bi-ach it up to you who react the quickest | |
| I' m sending yo partner ransom notes | |
| Explaining who on t list | |
| Cause all we represent is hit list | |
| So remember this | |
| In my g city it' s kill or be killed | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| K- I - L - L or I' ll be x3 | |
| Kill or be killed | |
| I' ma take a life quick as I take a breath | |
| And I ain' t excepting this bull t | |
| I' m livin just like I ain' t excepting death | |
| Preconception left you son-of- you stuck | |
| Hit you with this thang? on the tock with a name? cause a killa just buck | |
| Never wire me up? the center of yo essence past to file me up | |
| It a be plenty mo' crimes ceases and pourin me swigs | |
| A just got up | |
| Visualize a fly gettin smashed by a battle rag | |
| Put it in da frame Nigeroe get the picture who I am | |
| Who it is | |
| Zero muthafukin zero | |
| Cooler than that wind when you hit that corner | |
| So don' t with me hoe? cause we know | |
| How drama calculate? testing out z fate | |
| Keep yo head straight? avoiding that dead weight? t up out the gate | |
| I often feel when t get drastic | |
| I' ma make a mother a notice my production of these closed caskets | |
| up get blasted? since preschool on some bad t | |
| Your first and last pick? its kill or be killed on you bastards | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Seventeen in the mist - double you - distribute is scarred to shoot | |
| Mutha a done retracute? plus bleed the few ut I gotta execute | |
| When I' m next to you? automatic murder tactic become invincible | |
| It seems you know? lay it down mother a? that how you know | |
| You finst to go? you know? tamper with a? jag off | |
| In the lead off? get you blast off? in a Red Cross? hit the Feds off | |
| Cause your heads off? looking for the head bone? stepping over boundaries | |
| Its sounds to me? picture surrounding me? on dummy t | |
| But we can ball on the funny t? a body in the hollow tips | |
| With extra clips hit? unload with the four pound | |
| And I throw down - show down | |
| Finna flow down? you toe' down | |
| Now I gotta finish the job? if I wanna cover low ground | |
| Since I' m low down | |
| I' m maddog release these fifteens from this wanch | |
| Yelp hit? smoke pound? slow down | |
| So when I hit ya with the ra-ta-tat- | |
| Take the game? remain the pain | |
| Smoke the? make the G' s | |
| Tame the strain? sixteen with an L | |
| Gotta get away tonight? no blue and white | |
| No will do ya right | |
| Shut ' em down stay true for life | |
| Vause its you for life? and I' ma choose ya life | |
| Have a feelin lay the body turning blue tonight | |
| Mutha a you die | |
| Sixteen in the clip one in my mother chamber | |
| Loco ass? going through spells of anger? you can anail the danger | |
| I' m feening the snaps so call me a hype for the static I' m icning | |
| My brain recycling havoc | |
| son-of-a I' m psycho dramatic | |
| but I think I' m cursed with more than this evil t | |
| I can take you back to some mid-evil t | |
| but guess what weapons we gone pick | |
| it all be more than a man can imagine having -- damn-it | |
| seventeen hot ones at yo skin grabbin worse than? ? stabbing | |
| see my workout drama and my room is tatted | |
| and I' m surrounded by triple darkness so dont? I take this drastic | |
| be more than disasterist | |
| when I' m grabbin that black mask and that magazine | |
| cat and da back | |
| giving they ass some plastic fist | |
| see my papa told me punking ' em out wont do no damn good | |
| g with yo manhood | |
| you handle it where that man stood, so dont ask me | |
| if I' m of a piece a piece of and a piece of g steel | |
| Cause in my city its kill or be killed |
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