H.W.A. - To Live Or Die Lyrics
[Verse 1]It all got started on a hot summer dayA shot was heard, a ***** was shot that dayThe hoes were taking over, riding three deepLorenzo rims in a black cherry JeepThe ***** violated, her name was Terri BRiding the coat tail of the rapper Eazy-ENow I'm a give you an F cause your ass'll stand tallA funky white ***** with a little bit of ballRuthless, that's what you think you areA hoe is on the beat, so you won't get very farTalking that shit on a murder you wrote***** try again, that's a mother*****ing jokeWicky-wicky-wack, that's what I saidNow a wacked assed ***** got a nine to her headDon't lay back, and start to cryIt's a hell of a choice: To Live Or Die[Chorus: x4]To Live Or DieDie *****[Verse 2]I'm a mother*****er, I'll put you through a testYou're another sucker I had to lay to restBlood sweat and tears running down your faceI ain't even pull a trigger, now I got a murder caseI'll drop your ass right down to your kneesYou're begging like a punk, baby girl please***** you, yeah I said it againI'll kick your ass while I count to tenThe choice is yours, you'd better make it fastFive more seconds, the nine up your assI'm wasting my time, cause it ain't no fightI'm a ***** you up when we touch the mikeMy rap's so strong, like an armored tankStep back *****, cause you're about to get gankedHWA is in the placeKicking funky rhymes all in your faceMurder, murder, is what you preachYou wouldn't kick sand on a mother*****ing beachYour record deal is a mystery to meYou must have give Eric some white **********, you think you're hard, but you're softer than butterTrying to hang around the Compton brothersYou want to be black, and that's no lie*****, make a choice: To Live Or Die[Verse 3]I don't know where you're from, but it sure ain't the streetsCause you're walking around sweet and petiteI'm the baddest, hardest ***** in the worldCheck my credentials, they call me baby girlTaking white *****es out iis a hobby of mine***** all that shit, Jaz pass me the nineRemember that test, ***** you didn't passNow I'm forced to put the nine back in your assPut the clip in then I blast youNo that didn't get past youYour no rapping ass was bound to failNow my mother*****ing ass might wind up in jailI went to court and copÀed my pleaI had to murder, she was a wack MCThe judge liked me and gave me a tryCause he liked my hit: To Live Or Die[Chorus: repeat and fade]
