Trap Or Die lyrics

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 sh*t on n*ggas
Even when I'm constipated I still sh*t on n*ggas (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple sh*t 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, f*ck my wristband
n*gga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
f*ck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic n*gga)
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 sh*t on n*ggas
Even when I'm constipated I still sh*t on n*ggas (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin' purple sh*t that keep me high like the moon
Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
I'm a hater like you, f*ck my wristband
n*gga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
f*ck 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 n*ggas with me and everybody gon shoot (yea)
Try me n*gga, 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 n*gga, we trap or die n*gga
Ya know these hoes love a n*gga cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea)
We trap or die n*gga, we trap or die n*gga)

Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again
Outta line n*ggas 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 f*ckin' with my mail
You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele
You the hoax and n*ggas know it, that sh*t ain't hard to tell
Rat b*tch, 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 f*ck 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 n*gga, we trap or die n*gga
Ya know these hoes love a n*gga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea)
We trap or die n*gga, we trap or die n*gga
We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters
It's bout to be a grizzly winter n*gga straight monster (real n*gga)
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'
f*ck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans
Chillin' pimp n*ggas don't know the first thing about the block
I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot
Real street n*ggas, 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 n*ggas, you know, Spongebobs
Kanye West n*ggas, talking through the wire dog
Watch for goonies when you got it, n*ggas 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 n*gga, we trap or die n*gga
Ya know these hoes love a n*gga cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea)
We trap or die n*gga, we trap or die n*gga