Trap Or Die(Instrumental) feat. Bun B

歌詞

Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on) Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga) Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on) Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom They blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill Went from old school Chevy's To beamer coupes Got a 100 niggas with me and everybody gon shoot (yea) Try me nigga, that's your first mistake Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese You can try dog, but it ain't easy Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damn) You still want to talk flow man? Soft white Alaska call me Snowman Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga) Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again Outta line niggas get back in place where you shoulda been In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail You bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele You the hoax and niggas know it, that shit ain't hard to tell Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler U-G-K for life, free the pimp, you know the deal In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for gettin killed Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga) I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps You don't want to feel that Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin' Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans Chillin' pimp niggas don't know the first thing about the block I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot Real street niggas, all the ghetto hoes on our jock When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil' man Break it down, get back, see a couple grams" And don't talk to square niggas, you know, Spongebobs Kanye West niggas, talking through the wire dog Watch for goonies when you got it, niggas want to rob And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga