Diamenz Lyrics - Do Or Die

[N.A.R.D. / Johnny P] 

So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok 

Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade) 

Do or Die Ridin through the cold Chi (riding so high) 

Back 2 the game yall (were back Belo, AK) 

some pimpology (escalade) so obviously we learned there biology 

(Do or Die J. P. lets ride) 

[N.A.R.D.] 

Do you love, money, chasin papers and doin capers 

bending the chi and then vegas like you one of the Lakers 

steady cuffin that paper, ladys can't fake us, so I stay cautious regardless 

like a million dollars keep sparkin better yet its that V.I.P barkin 

(niggaz aint ready to die) 

Cause please, that be me sparkin sharp and bendin calm in that lac 

bendin hard with ladys slobbin and bobbin 

aww man I been on that chick since back in college 

see, she like them top notch with the glock cocked 

put the money and glock block them CEO's who invest in stock plots 

substance blowin out the sunroof with your drop top 

smokin on that chop flop ladys call me pa pa and groupies call me na na 

so cha cha like legit do whatever suits that fit you 

if paper be your issue, then you be your issue 

but this paper make that paper, and this paper make that paper, 

this paper make that paper so you stay away from haters 

[Chorus, Johnny P] 

we ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top, 

diggin in the scene with a gangster lean ohhhohhhhhh.. ohhoohhhh 

we ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top, 

diggin in the scene with a pimp lean ohhohhhh my my can you smoke and ride 

[AK 47] 

You can see it in my eyes when I'm hustlin, burnt up tryin to come up from 

nothing 

I be stackin them stacks bringin em back in the back of the lac 

talkin in codes to the burn outs hustlin daily got me turned out 

you know my motto to invest and chase that paper like lotto 

follow, tryin to bring back money in car loads 

but its hard to listen when you tryin to get that platinum benzy 

or purchase a home for my belo luxury home with a platinum visa 

its hard to imagine something like a nigga tryin to catch an orgasm 

track that feeling like a spasm 

tryin to study passin, got a passion gotta count that cheese 

they off in the breeze but it aint nothing 

if you got that paper then say something 

better put it away Cause the day comin when you fall off, 

when you just wanna hall off with four sawed offs blow it all off 

recognise its the big faces that count, better yet better stay flexed 

check the paper stay stressed and get all the dough whether its fast or slow 

get up to the point where the cash will flow 

Burger King and Mcdonalds really aint the way the best will go 

and its so cold in these windy streets 

when the ends meet your life will be ends deep with white shit 

[Chorus] 

[Belo Zero] 

this is my motto, pop the first bottle 

louie call 1 3 grab the key then follow 

ride up to my home paid for mansion celebrating you ladys on tables dance on 

M O N E Y got to have it me I remember hustlin when I was a shorty 

now or a forty X5 5 of those sit back relax and private show 

no how it go more money more problem well the problem is you solve it 

don't let the money become you you take it and revolve it 

no matter how you get it you hustle and go get it square stick with it 

make sure all the numbers split Cause all of them done did it 

the Rockafellers Stellers and Jones 

to many other people got paper but we homeless 

and let alone this, we chillin while we swervin bumpin 92.3 in the suburban 

hittin curbs in city fresh yall Proda to the feet bonapetite 

no second guess yall we confess yall love the curency don't you playa hate 

love the game you can't worry me, you can't worry me 

[Chorus] 

[N.A.R.D.] 

J P, J P 

everybody may not have a great big Cadillac 

gangsta white walls, TV's and antennas in the back (uh uh) 

some peoples may not have a car at all 

but they got to remember brothers and sisters (remember) 

we still can pimp talk, rotate them gangster white walls 

never givin a dime to a broad (no no never) 

and we gone keep on pimpin baby (keep pimpin) 

we gone keep on pimpin baby (for real) 

untill somebody turn the lights out, so J. P. come on bring us home 

[Johnny P] 

yeah, wohhhhohhhohhhh wohhhohhhh 

I just wanna feel, Cause you may not have a gravy kind of life 

diamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin in the scene with a gangster lean 

you may night driiivvveee no car at all, ohh myyy 

but you can still stand tall, still stand tall... hooo 

Cause I'm ridin in my escalade 

ridin 

ridin 

ridin