To Live Or Die lyrics

[Verse 1]
It all got started on a hot summer day
A shot was heard, a b*tch was shot that day
The hoes were taking over, riding three deep
Lorenzo rims in a black cherry Jeep
The b*tch violated, her name was Terri B
Riding the coat tail of the rapper Eazy-E
Now I'm a give you an F 'cause your ass'll stand tall
A funky white b*tch with a little bit of ball
Ruthless, that's what you think you are
A hoe is on the beat, so you won't get very far
Talking that sh*t on a murder you wrote
b*tch try again, that's a motherf*cking joke
Wicky-wicky-wack, that's what I said
Now a wacked assed b*tch got a nine to her head
Don't lay back, and start to cry
It's a hell of a choice, to live or die

[Chorus]
To live or die, die b*tch
To live or die, die b*tch
To live or die, die b*tch
To live or die, die b*tch

[Verse 2]
I'm a motherf*cker, I'll put you through a test
You're another sucker I had to lay to rest
Blood sweat and tears running down your face
I ain't even pull a trigger, now I got a murder case
I'll drop your ass right down to your knees
You're begging like a punk, baby girl, please
f*ck you, yeah, I said it again
I'll kick your ass while I count to ten
The choice is yours, you'd better make it fast
Five more seconds, the nine up your ass
I'm wasting my time 'cause it ain't no fight
Imma f*ck you up when we touch the mike
My rap's so strong, like an armored tank
Step back b*tch, 'cause you're about to get ganked
H.W.A. is in the place
Kicking funky rhymes all in your face
Murder, murder, is what you preach
You wouldn't kick sand on a motherf*cking beach
Your record deal is a mystery to me
You must have give Eric some white pus*y
b*tch, you think you're hard, but you're softer than butter
Trying to hang around the Compton brothers
You want to be black, and that's no lie
b*tch, make a choice, to live or die
[Verse 3]
I don't know where you're from, but it sure ain't the streets
'Cause you're walking around sweet and petite
I'm the baddest, hardest b*tch in the world
Check my credentials, they call me baby girl
Taking white b*tches out is a hobby of mine
f*ck all that sh*t, Jaz, pass me the nine
Remember that test, b*tch you didn't pass
Now I'm forced to put the nine back in your ass
Put the clip in then I blast you
No, that didn't get past you
Your no rapping ass was bound to fail
Now my motherf*cking ass might wind up in jail
I went to court and copπed my plea
I had to murder, she was a wack MC
The judge liked me and gave me a try
'Cause he liked my hit, to live or die

[Chorus]
Die b*tch
To live or die, die b*tch
To live or die, die b*tch
To live or die, die b*tch
To live or die, die b*tch
To live or die, die b*tch
To live or die, die b*tch
To live or die, die b*tch
To live or die, die b*tch
To live or die, die b*tch