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Yeah, history in the makin, Do or Die, Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh Me and Do or Die got my new verse Cold pimp tactics all in one package Hollerin at a chick that coulda been a actress Right now her back is layin on my mattress Why your team pissed like urine Only rock things made for a king Tell me tell me it was the LV Bigger that the jeans of the Rap floor green That's how I gotcha So I you want a role mod chick call like Patrice Quit hollerin at them losers and get with this shit that Got his own business an entrepreneur Off the block now Shit got the pipe down Industry niggaz I just got bomb Track from Kanye West pass the bomb ay Kick the doors down and there's a star Where's the millions I'm the chameleon Transformatin and rock the show like god Drivin for status Letras de cancionesBig my apparatus You gotta now I'm getting all that dough Hotta than your shit bullshit got a full clip Think I'm a punk then get your back broke slow I'm the shiznick down to my diznick Lyrics so hot enough for frozen snow Feel of the bomb again and get fucked the he say she say He say she say I ain't gon make it. The throne is my mine Chi-town where's the crown From the days of Capone, nigga You know we gon take it I wanna vint Bentley and own my own block Print my check like Johnny Walker Scott Damn if you do or you don't you move over Save some room for the black cats aloha Ladies and gentlemen, you is tunin in to Do or Die (thank you) Kanye West Chi-town finest, world clap your hands for us one time, it's the world premiere You don't understand though, man we got the plan, we gon put it in your hands like this It ain't nothing happenin, you know what I'm sayin, we make it happen But this shit ain't nothing joe, Chi-town finest, you know how it go. Come on. Come on. Uh, come on, come on. This the last time you see my like this hill stuntin' 16-503 ain't that sumthin As long as we makin the paper the hoes comin Suppose I get behind the mic and flow sumthin Kanye show the chain ladies and spose sumthing With a hummer H2 with the Benz there's no frontin With some ice you can skate on Now I got no weight on It's gettin to the point when the ballas try hate on Proticops I stayed on And made a lotta hot song Do you think I'm a P.I.M.P. In a SL5 holla berry colors scoop me Groupies and Gucci you know you can't exclude me Ladies get around be like he's so coochie No I'm not Buddha just eric and young stoopie The black Hugh Heffner Tell me tell me Lord can you hear me? Sometimes I walk these streets and get weary Most of the times I can't let these niggaz get near me With this hatred, jealousy, and envy I went to church and they said you had a remedy A remedy to set me free and take away my enemies So I pray to the day when I get to see All the faces that be dead up in the industry So from the street to the club It's ya boy show me love We gotta keep it gangstas that's how we gettin love Never fall for the love of the dough Stay true, straight to the facts and the game to show (Thanks to Zee for these lyrics) From Letras Mania