Текст песни: Master P - Live Or Die



[sounds of an automatic being fired, then a single gunshot]



[Master P]

Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! He heh

Master P and Treach, nigga

It`s all family baby

Get them Naughty boys, I got the No Limit Soldiers

And when we posse up, these niggaz gon` pay us



[Chorus: Phiness, (Mystikal)]



I thought I told you, have my mo-ney (Whatcha wan` do nigga?)

You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon` do nigga?)

We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride

(Where they at? Let`s GET EM!)

Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)

(Where they at? Let`s GET EM!)



[Vinnie]

With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face

in the place for anybody not payin-on-time

Rather be up in a six foot cell

before I let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine

And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this

I know niggaz are so scandalous

The ones I bust I`ma show em nuff ? on how many people

thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit

I thought somebody told you, BOY

Them Naughty niggaz ain`t no toys

You`re fuckin with sixteen styles over sixteen bars

Sixteen car man entourage

And when we get things started, I`m the hardest artist

Styles I flips retarded

Family who can handle this

From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles



[Chorus]



[Treach]

Hear the tale, of the n`Illtown O.G., better know me

Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells

and Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me

and down to scrap, raise em from that

True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches

that`ll blaze them butts, don`t play for fuck

Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie`s jackin

with the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga)

You backed out, I fuckin WITNESSED it

And have partners have to split shit with

(Nah, pay me now, bust it)

At sundown see I went on work

I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat

Watch a thug rock, slugs pop

With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots

He better pay me like he postin bail

or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail



[Chorus]



[Mystikal]

Don`t look now, but I`M BACK!!

Now give me all my props again

I gotta kick your motherfuckin ass for steppin on my MOCASSINS!!

We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature

It`s Mystikal with Silkk the Shocker and `nem

No Limit Lieutenant is at it again!!

Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!!

No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin

I`m grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak

I`ma gon` get me started WRASSLIN!!

Turnin and tusslin

Clutchin and musclin

I saw myself the demons when I`m BUSTIN THEM

If you wanna live you wouldn`t FUCK WITH THEM

Don`t FUCK WITH THEM



[Silkk the Shocker]

Ha hah, don`t fuck with them, look

Nigga, I keep a tight show, Luciano type dough

Feature Al Capone`s way out nigga, I got that type of flow

Don`t floss, if it ain`t yours

See we a bunch of feature artists, y`all a bunch of "and mores.."

Get the picture like Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours

Catch me gettin my floss on walkin `cross marble tan floors

Can`t even touch the flow, can`t even touch no coat

Bitch I`m made now, I can`t even much touch no mo`

Fuck the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines

Say y`know a nigga like me, you`re lyin bitch

cause I`m like one of a kind

From the Jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard?

I gotta eat, so I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird

.. So y`all better have what you owe me! By sundown

.. Or else I`ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys and `nem

.. We gonna get y`all!



[Chorus]

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[sounds of an automatic being fired, then a single gunshot]



[Master P]

Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! He heh

Master P and Treach, nigga

It`s all family baby

Get them Naughty boys, I got the No Limit Soldiers

And when we posse up, these niggaz gon` pay us



[Chorus: Phiness, (Mystikal)]



I thought I told you, have my mo-ney (Whatcha wan` do nigga?)

You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon` do nigga?)

We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride

(Where they at? Let`s GET EM!)

Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)

(Where they at? Let`s GET EM!)



[Vinnie]

With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face

in the place for anybody not payin-on-time

Rather be up in a six foot cell

before I let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine

And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this

I know niggaz are so scandalous

The ones I bust I`ma show em nuff ? on how many people

thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit

I thought somebody told you, BOY

Them Naughty niggaz ain`t no toys

You`re fuckin with sixteen styles over sixteen bars

Sixteen car man entourage

And when we get things started, I`m the hardest artist

Styles I flips retarded

Family who can handle this

From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles



[Chorus]



[Treach]

Hear the tale, of the n`Illtown O.G., better know me

Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells

and Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me

and down to scrap, raise em from that

True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches

that`ll blaze them butts, don`t play for fuck

Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie`s jackin

with the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga)

You backed out, I fuckin WITNESSED it

And have partners have to split shit with

(Nah, pay me now, bust it)

At sundown see I went on work

I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat

Watch a thug rock, slugs pop

With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots

He better pay me like he postin bail

or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail



[Chorus]



[Mystikal]

Don`t look now, but I`M BACK!!

Now give me all my props again

I gotta kick your motherfuckin ass for steppin on my MOCASSINS!!

We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature

It`s Mystikal with Silkk the Shocker and `nem

No Limit Lieutenant is at it again!!

Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!!

No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin

I`m grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak

I`ma gon` get me started WRASSLIN!!

Turnin and tusslin

Clutchin and musclin

I saw myself the demons when I`m BUSTIN THEM

If you wanna live you wouldn`t FUCK WITH THEM

Don`t FUCK WITH THEM



[Silkk the Shocker]

Ha hah, don`t fuck with them, look

Nigga, I keep a tight show, Luciano type dough

Feature Al Capone`s way out nigga, I got that type of flow

Don`t floss, if it ain`t yours

See we a bunch of feature artists, y`all a bunch of "and mores.."

Get the picture like Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours

Catch me gettin my floss on walkin `cross marble tan floors

Can`t even touch the flow, can`t even touch no coat

Bitch I`m made now, I can`t even much touch no mo`

Fuck the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines

Say y`know a nigga like me, you`re lyin bitch

cause I`m like one of a kind

From the Jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard?

I gotta eat, so I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird

.. So y`all better have what you owe me! By sundown

.. Or else I`ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys and `nem

.. We gonna get y`all!



[Chorus]

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