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  • Giggs – Do or Die Lyrics

    [Intro: Dubz]
    Yeah, these niggas ain’t on this ting
    Nah, not at all
    Dubz, Giggs
    Not on dis ting, nah they’re not on dis ting
    Spare No 1, C.R.E.A.M
    Doing this ting, on dis ting fully

    [Verse 1: Dubz]
    Who am I blood?
    Mixed race, screwface, two face
    Squeeze baller guys like toothpaste
    Do or die blood!
    That’s the motto the real niggas’ll feel me
    The fake niggas’ll not show, love
    ‘Cause they know that we’re gangster
    And if they know the mash ain’t here
    Then they know that the shanks are
    Step close then I poke up your man, cha
    Getting dough is the focus of my gang, brah
    That’s we roll on ’em, hold ’em in the van
    And let this likkle nigga know that we’re going to the bank
    Let him hear the sound from the Heckler & Kosch
    It’s going down when we pepper your spot
    It’s going down, but I ain’t Yung Joc
    Walk it out, don’t talk it out, let that gun pop
    Pop, let that gun pop
    But only if it’s necessary, get them funds dog

    [Chorus: Dubz + Giggs]
    Who am I, blood?
    They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
    Niggas ain’t on dis ting
    Do or die blood!
    They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
    Niggas ain’t on dis ting
    Who am I, blood?
    They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
    Niggas ain’t on dis ting
    Do or die blood!
    They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
    Niggas ain’t on dis ting

    [Verse 2: Giggs]
    Rolling a spliff
    Yeah the food for my brain, ’cause I’m ’bout to zone out in a bit
    With Boomblast controlling the hit
    Niggas know what it is
    And niggas know how we roll in this bitch
    Shotting the press
    If I got a strally in the car, better know I ain’t stopping for feds
    What the fuck got up in your head?
    ‘Cause if I’m popping the lead
    Shit’ll get worse than a hospital bed
    Fuck the rest of them, I roll with the best of men
    Me and the 9mm are best of friends
    You keep talking ’bout your young guns
    Fam I’ve got Young Guns too, like Emilio Estevez
    And I ain’t going back, nah fuck a prison
    I don’t rave without my strap, I ain’t fucking slipping
    Last nigga fucked around with Hollowman got something in him
    Thought he was a G, got capped, now he fucking isn’t
    Load the shit up then I rinse it all
    Plus I’ve got my gloves on, so there ain’t no prints at all
    Yeah the reason might be petty, but niggas know this
    I rinsed that motherfucker ’cause of principal
    Talk from the heart, and I don’t need to talk when I bark
    That ain’t even in my thoughts when I spark
    And I ain’t even trying anymore
    So my next mixtape, I’m calling ‘Walk In Da Park’
    Motherfuckers know I get my mash on
    Masked up, black bandana any fucking hat on
    Ain’t no time for talking, turn the Mac on
    The way blood’s gonna run
    You can say it’s time to turn the tap on
    You can say my violent side is back on
    Tell them motherfuckers that the genocide is back on
    Gather up my soldiers and my straps
    And tell them fucking riders that it’s time for us to crack on

    [Chorus: Dubz + Giggs]
    Who am I, blood?
    They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
    Niggas ain’t on dis ting
    Do or die blood!
    They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
    Niggas ain’t on dis ting
    Who am I, blood?
    They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
    Niggas ain’t on dis ting
    Do or die blood!
    They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
    Niggas ain’t on dis ting


  • Soulja Boy Feat. Chief Keef – I’m Up Now Lyrics

    (Intro – Chief Keef)
    Yeah, Sosa, Soulja
    Yeah, Sosa, Soulja

    (Chorus – Soulja Boy)
    I’m up now, up now, up now, up now
    I’m up now
    Riding round with the choppers right now

    (Verse 1 – Soulja Boy)
    I’m up now, I’m up now
    Lean got me stuck now, stuck now
    Pulling up like what now? What now?
    Two hands up, touchdown, touchdown
    Baby drop that ass down
    I’m counting this cash now
    Floating on a pound of loud
    Speaker beating so loud
    Turnt up, can’t turn me down
    Piped up in the city, send a hundred rounds
    In that Forgiato and I’m skrting through the town
    Chopper bang like a gang sign
    Lotta money coming and you know I’m getting it all the time
    Badass bi**h with some thick thighs
    Yellow bone bi**h with some red eyes
    Hit it from the back
    All I see is matte black paint on my llac
    Smoking on dope, man and I’m serving packs
    Posted in the trap with that 100 round strap

    (Chorus – Soulja Boy)
    I’m up now, up now, up now, up now
    I’m up now
    Riding round with the choppers right now
    I’m up now, I’m up now
    Riding with the chopper and the Draco right now
    Riding with the .345 right now

    (Verse 2 – Chief Keef)
    I’m riding with this big ass Draco right now
    Know Young Jeezy bi**h bite down
    I got a logo made and got it iced out
    I got that bi**h wet, bring the rice out
    I’m sipping, cannabis, pouring up some mix
    Bi**h I’m in this foreign going special ed
    You can catch these shells, while I catch the bread
    I got these 762s put em in your head
    I got a Fendi bag full of cash
    I got a closet, that’s full of swag
    Hit the bank now
    With the re-up deal, smoking weed your honor
    Bang bang, bang bang
    What you smoking on? You ain’t smoking loud ni**a
    Got a fat chopper, shoot it at the crowd ni**a
    Enough weed on me to pass around ni**a
    Yeah I’m a Yung Joc cause it’s going down ni**a
    Cops pull me over, I was full of smoke, woah
    Ask me if I’m drunk and I said, oh no
    I’m from the streets I don’t rock with popos
    I got my own going if you want smoke

    (Chorus – Soulja Boy)
    I’m up now, up now, up now, up now
    I’m up now
    Riding round with the choppers right now
    I’m up now, I’m up now
    Riding with the chopper and the Draco right now
    Riding with the .345 right now