Promise Lyrics
| Song | Promise |
| Artist | Do or Die |
| Album | Picture This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro/chorus： | |
| The last thing that i saw was when he cried | |
| Shot him in the face and walked away before he died | |
| (repeat 4x) | |
| Verse one: | |
| I'm pacin the flo' with the fo'-pound | |
| Visualizin graphics while he talkin, givin me the low down | |
| My ****** went away in ninety-three and died instantly | |
| Now i'ma show the ****** you kilt and what he meant to me | |
| I put his photos in my fo'-do' | |
| I know where the ****** be kickin it at | |
| Me at him poppin it at the same hoe | |
| My conversation be on royalties | |
| She loyal to me, and i'ma get her to kill the ****** for me | |
| Uhh, it seems his life is in my hands | |
| And i don't plan to let it slip through the way you kilt him | |
| I'ma kill you | |
| Despite the fact that i've been shot before | |
| As long as i get this ************-ass ****** i don't mind, dyin, so | |
| Take the lock off the pound like a pro | |
| Grab an extra clip make sure i don't come short | |
| Pull up and mad dog his whole crib | |
| Hocus pocus mother****** i'm in your face with this hot steel | |
| The thrill to kill is unbearable | |
| I told the ************ to close her eyes | |
| Send up the roots give something terrible | |
| The ultimate payback is revenge | |
| Tnt and cement shoes, plus the way he went was cool! | |
| Seventeen shots, top hip-hop | |
| ******, the world, cause the world ****** you | |
| That's how we serves on this late night | |
| Pump pump chump chump rump pump fools stay tight | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: | |
| Now who the ****** i suppose to follow? | |
| Is it them honkies in the white house | |
| Or that ****** drinkin out that forty bottle? | |
| Either way it goes, i'm eager to bloodshed | |
| I'm catchin one plus one equals two to the forehead | |
| Career was callin alcohol was chemically made to wrap us | |
| So when i swab, the neighborhood crab is where he left us | |
| On the street, the mud was wiped from who survived | |
| He wanted me dead, cold red and blood he had to die | |
| Slapped that ass with this mac-10 | |
| It's just so hard when you depart, make that chest do a backbend | |
| Bend back easy to the liquor sto' | |
| Cut me a four-oh, and up a four-five on this korean hoe | |
| Cuff the loot and bit one slowly | |
| Reverse my coat plus half a block i done some dirt | |
| Dem a knows me | |
| There's no endin for this madness | |
| I had the situation turnin till i started drinkin this mad ************t | |
| Now there's a hole in this bucket (in this bucket) | |
| In the chick i had to stick for the lick, ****** it | |
| Crack the fo' and drunk it boldly | |
| All the boys was tailin behind me, but they didn't even knows me | |
| So then they hit the blue lights, i bent the u right | |
| Zipped past the red light, and it became a mother****** street fight | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: | |
| Altitude, a level where a ****** show no gratitude | |
| More like attitude | |
| Hands on pumps, bodies in trunks | |
| Victim face down, in that trunk rum-pum, pum pum | |
| My mission to decease individuals | |
| When night falls i crawl like black widows | |
| With barrels in the middle | |
| Blaow, cause i like to move the crowd | |
| Watch em turn cold as they bodies pile | |
| Evaporate like lightning as fast as ****** | |
| A small armed tec hit like an eighteen wheeler truck | |
| Put his head in his hands, cause i don't give no ****** | |
| Ashes to ashes and bust when i must | |
| Cackling these bodies, that i've turned to dust | |
| Six million ways to die, one more is a plus | |
| I revolve like revolvers, and answer all challenge | |
| Sos cut your ass off better | |
| Chorus |
| Intro chorus: | |
| The last thing that i saw was when he cried | |
| Shot him in the face and walked away before he died | |
| repeat 4x | |
| Verse one: | |
| I' m pacin the flo' with the fo' pound | |
| Visualizin graphics while he talkin, givin me the low down | |
| My went away in ninetythree and died instantly | |
| Now i' ma show the you kilt and what he meant to me | |
| I put his photos in my fo' do' | |
| I know where the be kickin it at | |
| Me at him poppin it at the same hoe | |
| My conversation be on royalties | |
| She loyal to me, and i' ma get her to kill the for me | |
| Uhh, it seems his life is in my hands | |
| And i don' t plan to let it slip through the way you kilt him | |
| I' ma kill you | |
| Despite the fact that i' ve been shot before | |
| As long as i get this ass i don' t mind, dyin, so | |
| Take the lock off the pound like a pro | |
| Grab an extra clip make sure i don' t come short | |
| Pull up and mad dog his whole crib | |
| Hocus pocus mother i' m in your face with this hot steel | |
| The thrill to kill is unbearable | |
| I told the to close her eyes | |
| Send up the roots give something terrible | |
| The ultimate payback is revenge | |
| Tnt and cement shoes, plus the way he went was cool! | |
| Seventeen shots, top hiphop | |
| , the world, cause the world you | |
| That' s how we serves on this late night | |
| Pump pump chump chump rump pump fools stay tight | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: | |
| Now who the i suppose to follow? | |
| Is it them honkies in the white house | |
| Or that drinkin out that forty bottle? | |
| Either way it goes, i' m eager to bloodshed | |
| I' m catchin one plus one equals two to the forehead | |
| Career was callin alcohol was chemically made to wrap us | |
| So when i swab, the neighborhood crab is where he left us | |
| On the street, the mud was wiped from who survived | |
| He wanted me dead, cold red and blood he had to die | |
| Slapped that ass with this mac10 | |
| It' s just so hard when you depart, make that chest do a backbend | |
| Bend back easy to the liquor sto' | |
| Cut me a fouroh, and up a fourfive on this korean hoe | |
| Cuff the loot and bit one slowly | |
| Reverse my coat plus half a block i done some dirt | |
| Dem a knows me | |
| There' s no endin for this madness | |
| I had the situation turnin till i started drinkin this mad t | |
| Now there' s a hole in this bucket in this bucket | |
| In the chick i had to stick for the lick, it | |
| Crack the fo' and drunk it boldly | |
| All the boys was tailin behind me, but they didn' t even knows me | |
| So then they hit the blue lights, i bent the u right | |
| Zipped past the red light, and it became a mother street fight | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: | |
| Altitude, a level where a show no gratitude | |
| More like attitude | |
| Hands on pumps, bodies in trunks | |
| Victim face down, in that trunk rumpum, pum pum | |
| My mission to decease individuals | |
| When night falls i crawl like black widows | |
| With barrels in the middle | |
| Blaow, cause i like to move the crowd | |
| Watch em turn cold as they bodies pile | |
| Evaporate like lightning as fast as | |
| A small armed tec hit like an eighteen wheeler truck | |
| Put his head in his hands, cause i don' t give no | |
| Ashes to ashes and bust when i must | |
| Cackling these bodies, that i' ve turned to dust | |
| Six million ways to die, one more is a plus | |
| I revolve like revolvers, and answer all challenge | |
| Sos cut your ass off better | |
| Chorus |
| Intro chorus: | |
| The last thing that i saw was when he cried | |
| Shot him in the face and walked away before he died | |
| repeat 4x | |
| Verse one: | |
| I' m pacin the flo' with the fo' pound | |
| Visualizin graphics while he talkin, givin me the low down | |
| My went away in ninetythree and died instantly | |
| Now i' ma show the you kilt and what he meant to me | |
| I put his photos in my fo' do' | |
| I know where the be kickin it at | |
| Me at him poppin it at the same hoe | |
| My conversation be on royalties | |
| She loyal to me, and i' ma get her to kill the for me | |
| Uhh, it seems his life is in my hands | |
| And i don' t plan to let it slip through the way you kilt him | |
| I' ma kill you | |
| Despite the fact that i' ve been shot before | |
| As long as i get this ass i don' t mind, dyin, so | |
| Take the lock off the pound like a pro | |
| Grab an extra clip make sure i don' t come short | |
| Pull up and mad dog his whole crib | |
| Hocus pocus mother i' m in your face with this hot steel | |
| The thrill to kill is unbearable | |
| I told the to close her eyes | |
| Send up the roots give something terrible | |
| The ultimate payback is revenge | |
| Tnt and cement shoes, plus the way he went was cool! | |
| Seventeen shots, top hiphop | |
| , the world, cause the world you | |
| That' s how we serves on this late night | |
| Pump pump chump chump rump pump fools stay tight | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: | |
| Now who the i suppose to follow? | |
| Is it them honkies in the white house | |
| Or that drinkin out that forty bottle? | |
| Either way it goes, i' m eager to bloodshed | |
| I' m catchin one plus one equals two to the forehead | |
| Career was callin alcohol was chemically made to wrap us | |
| So when i swab, the neighborhood crab is where he left us | |
| On the street, the mud was wiped from who survived | |
| He wanted me dead, cold red and blood he had to die | |
| Slapped that ass with this mac10 | |
| It' s just so hard when you depart, make that chest do a backbend | |
| Bend back easy to the liquor sto' | |
| Cut me a fouroh, and up a fourfive on this korean hoe | |
| Cuff the loot and bit one slowly | |
| Reverse my coat plus half a block i done some dirt | |
| Dem a knows me | |
| There' s no endin for this madness | |
| I had the situation turnin till i started drinkin this mad t | |
| Now there' s a hole in this bucket in this bucket | |
| In the chick i had to stick for the lick, it | |
| Crack the fo' and drunk it boldly | |
| All the boys was tailin behind me, but they didn' t even knows me | |
| So then they hit the blue lights, i bent the u right | |
| Zipped past the red light, and it became a mother street fight | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: | |
| Altitude, a level where a show no gratitude | |
| More like attitude | |
| Hands on pumps, bodies in trunks | |
| Victim face down, in that trunk rumpum, pum pum | |
| My mission to decease individuals | |
| When night falls i crawl like black widows | |
| With barrels in the middle | |
| Blaow, cause i like to move the crowd | |
| Watch em turn cold as they bodies pile | |
| Evaporate like lightning as fast as | |
| A small armed tec hit like an eighteen wheeler truck | |
| Put his head in his hands, cause i don' t give no | |
| Ashes to ashes and bust when i must | |
| Cackling these bodies, that i' ve turned to dust | |
| Six million ways to die, one more is a plus | |
| I revolve like revolvers, and answer all challenge | |
| Sos cut your ass off better | |
| Chorus |
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