Caine House Lyrics - Singles - Do Or Die

Chorus 

So I told you where I hang out 

Ya got some sellin then 

Haller my name out 

Remember man me an you 

Runnin up out the cain house 

Nigga just for you I blow his brains out 

I blow his brains out 

Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out 

So I told you where I hang out 

Ya got some sellin then 

Haller my name out 

Remember man me an you 

Runnin up out the cain house 

Nigga just for you I blow his brains out 

I blow his brains out 

Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out 

Verso one 

Two of my hommies got killed 

From the hollow point tips 

Cepts it looks like hell 

Three point five million 

From those narcotic sells 

Gang signs thats maile 

Seventy two hours incarcerated 

All becouse my hood floss bloody body's 

On the pavement 

That playa hater shit 

Is what brings that type of drama 

What a nigga need to start doin 

Is just kidnappin your mama 

Catch me in the game for 8 years 

So watch my nigga catch stripes 

In the middle of the night 

Seein fiends smoke pipes 

Dub sacks an coniac 

Helps me deal with these phonies 

Busters sellin for g's that I stack 

From the back to ponies 

I got hommies with l's on they backs 

Who fell through the crack 

And hidin shank's under they mattress 

Where were you 

When will you realise 

When cockin glocks 

To pop those cops 

Makes a mil of these blocks 

Ride in drop tops 

Be foolin with g-nocks 

Dont trust those bitches 

They choose to squish and let em squeel 

Go ahead and trust em 

You'll have no money screamin biaatch 

To tha billi ba-bang 

The reflections drummin like solo 

Hold on like en vogue 

Put out that endo 

Let down the window 

Tec's to our set 

Seventeen to mix with the bullshit 

Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip 

When you bust at me 

That nigga slip 

They steady runnin 

The gun 

To keep the nigga off that lay low 

Got niggs on the pay roll 

That'll kill when I say so 

Three hay-lo's 

It gets so fatel 

On warnell talk to no one 

Sometimes it gets to the point i 

Cock my ho's see what I'm sayin 

Chorus 

Verse two 

The lord is smokin 

Thats why my life 

Has been this livin hell 

For the thug life up on the street 

And to the prison cell 

Unlawfull use is what 

They caught me with a tec-9 

An do they got probable cause 

They never did take no time 

Steady use of prison 

Took another brothers man hood 

They choose next time 

Up under the bench 

They say it's all good 

But I was young 

Didnt know any better 

Although I did comp out the bootcamp 

Fly to give a brotha seven 

Years of prison teirs 

My hommies pourin beers 

I guess this henny 

Should be life of what a thug lives 

My only hurt 

Maybe wont be my last 

But heres a tip for these cops 

Next time I'm goin out with a blast 

So if you look up in this black man's 

Eyes of straight madness 

Ready to buck you down 

Upon the ground 

For all my past teachers 

Give your souls up 

If your showed up 

Dont hold up 

We do or die 

And you know we 

Straight soldiers 

Chorus 

Nigga I got your back 

You got mine 

Lets keep it comin 

Throw your guns in the air 

Uh-uh no time for runnin 

They'll miss the gunnin 

Its do or die 

When we ride out 

Niggero you comin 

Lets leave the scene 

And go and hide out 

An miss the trippin 

Trippin an clippin 

Lets get to dippin 

Mutherfuck gonna die 

Becouse he lied 

About my hommie flippin 

Swole head and a broke jaw 

Fuck that 

My nigga you dead an gone 

But you better believe 

Im bustin back 

Aint got no time 

For individuals 

Who just wanna trip 

You done broke his jaw 

You done broke my law 

So now I gots to dip 

Now whip 

Up on that ass 

With this nine milla 

You ain't fuckin with a ho 

You fuckin with a po 

That be a stone killa 

My nigga dead an gone 

So rest in peace an close his casket 

Thiers plenty more chances 

If it takes ten years 

I swear ill kill this basterd 

To war zone grab that chrome 

Plus the clip that matches 

Retalliation is a must 

Thats why I'm kickin asses 

These bhn they straight be trippin 

Cus the hood I come from 

Thats why I'm packin 

Fully be jackin 

Cus these ho's don't want none 

Cant get along 

Keep this mo 

Im talkin player rythem 

Got niggas on the side 

Whose bitin ears 

By spittin negatism 

I got my ninner 

Off of safety 

Ready to try it out 

What made me do it 

It was hood when I ride out 

From north or south 

To the east to the west 

Who rolls the best 

So fuck your chief 

His ass gonna die 

When I load this tec 

Chorus 

To them niggas in the pen 

Who got sent up for this bullshit 

Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas 

Thats it them niggas loyal to this game 

And some of these niggas ain't your hommies 

The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies 

So when you look behind your back 

That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you 

So you watch that shit 

Its real 

About that pen nigga 

To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea