Lyrics:

f/ Dirty Red, Project Pimp







[man preaching]



Either you choose life or you choose death.



Either you choose life or you choose death.



Based on the decision that you make



God has come and offered you life,



Your enemy can only offer you death (deathrow)



If you choose to stay wid your enemy



Then you choose death (deathrow)



If you choose to leave the enemy



and strike out into the unknown.....







Hook: Tommy Wright III







Die motherfucka cause you knew this was a do or die



Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die,



I-I-It's a homicide



(4x)







[Verse 1: Dirty Red]



In my situation, of total devastation,



Spread my hustle all across the motherfuckin' nation



Niggas wanna click-a, it don't matter cause you'll get buck



I'm tryna make some bone first, cause I'm tearin' patches out yo heart



When you start to stir like you come from Corna Village,



Blood gon' start to spilly, my gat gon' start to drilly,



Niggas in the head wid that infra-red beamin'



Blood is steady streamin', you fuckin' wid ah demon



Niggas I and murderers in the South is where I dwell



Wid plenty ah clientelle and I got them gats as well



So don't try to run up, cause I'm quick to pull that gun up



I'm askin' questions last, cause I'm sure as hell gon' blast,



A nigga in the past wid that muthafuckin' dumb shit



You don't know who you fuckin' wid, I run, wid a gangsta click



D-I-R-T-Y, R-E-D is not afraid ah you hoes



You gon' die or I'm gon' die, and that's just how the story goes







[Red talks]



Yeah Dirty Red up in this bitch



And I want you boys to know on Corna Village



I'm not runnin', and I'm not hidin' from anyone ah you hoes



You know what I'm sayin, a nigga look for me if they want to



or get they ass blast, what's up my nigga Lil Bay







Hook (4x)







[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]



Down for my crown, ten toe down, Tommy ain't givin' a FUCK!



Runnin' and gunnin' a tech in my coat



When I open my trench if a nigga's best built



Niggas who trippin' and scrapin'



a bullet on side ah they face just for fuckin' wid Tommy,



The nigga that's creepin' and sneakin' and peekin'



and bustin' wide seekin' the beautiful money,



Isn't it funny how a nigga get scared,



Watch me put a forty-five to a nigga head



Please don't shoot, first thing that he say



Then he hit his knees and begin to pray



Trick quit cryin' on my motherfuckin' grain



Here leave him at a stand still once he hear it cock,



Look him in the face, put the gun between his eyes



Piss runnin' down his leg, Tommy Wright ain't surprise



Do or die, cause a head know gotta go



In the midst of the pistol smoke,



Mind of a criminal makin' me dog out a dirty hoe



when I be going for broke,



(Die motherfucka, die motherfucka, die)



Since that day I seen Boyz In Tha Hood



I always wanted to do a drive-by,



Buck a nigga down to the ground hangin' out the sunroof



wid the glock cocked ready aim fire,



Grippin' the forty-four, lookin' from side to side



Tryna find business to be in a drive-by



On the mission, as I creep deep wid a click thick as John Gotti



Doggin' the bitches and hoggin' the riches



and fillin' these ditches wid dead bodies....







[Tommy talks]



Straight from a hood called Memphis Tennessee,



Do or die no lie, this shit ain't gon' stop till my casket drop



One man gang Tommy Wright the third known as Tommy three (III)



Down wid ten wanted men till the world end, Street Smart in charge







Hook (4x)







[Verse 3: Project Pimp]



Thinkin' of a plan, do or die you can try



Project Pimp gon' spill yo blood,



Comin' through the door who is that, finna blast wid the mask,



got ah all tight glove, lunatic lunatic beggin' for mercy



one hit now yo Tommy's they covered wid holes,



Psycho Pimp maniac devious ready to shoot a bitch



leaving yo family froze,



P to the R to the O-J-E-C-T to the P-I-M-P blast



Four to the four what it's cold to ya face



What'cha say, I'm finna kill yo ass



Fillin' you up wid hollow tips



If you pray nigga you'll probably catch a slug



Fuckin' wid one ah these here, nigga die



nigga makin' you lose a pint ah blood,



Jumpin' up outta the Chevy in the bush



I will scatter and leavin' you dead in the street,



Project Pimp buckin' you bitches



so quicka-ly puttin' you sissy ass bitches to sleep,



Lockin' him up in the trunk for those nites



he was screamin' and hollerin' I know he was scared,



Forty-four buck in the trunk outta luck



no more bitch and I know that this nigga was dead,



Runnin' and gunnin' for runnin' and funny



how suckas can call themselves killas and thugs,



Blastin' that hoe he was snitchin'



he got a gun fillin' him up wid them forty-four slugs,



Killin' and pimpin' it's all in my system



so bitches and niggas got trouble for real,



Rest in peace sucka don't fuck wid me



Project Pimp nigga you only got one life to live, BITCH!