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Do or Die

Brownside

West Coast Rap, Vol. 1 [P.R.]

1996

[Chorus]
Gangster life in the city
You know it's hard to stay alive
Because we gotta do or die, ooooh
Gangster life in the city
You know it's hard

Yeah I’m caught in that limbo yeah that middle class
I ain’t rich I’m more like broke life comes at you fast
I had thoughts of givin' up and just

Enjoy your path while you reach for the light
Non stop dreams, keep it creative

Teenage came with a bunch of metal rhythms
Punk, rap, jazz, blues

junkies lined up smoking
On a chicken bone bands to the sky
Ain't gone tell them how high
You say my fucking name and it's
Gone be a drive by hey
Nigga I'm

fashion just my punk rock way
Lucky for me I like it that way

It don't matter where you begin
I do what I do I live in my skin
They don't know what I know

hear the voice, it's gone slice through the noise
encounter what you need, I got the feed tube filled, real time stream, and we all about cream

stash

life
This is bunk, but I still fight
I'm not a punk, I'm built nice
I'm like a bodybuilder
I need a jacket, but it's hot in here
I think I'm blinding,

of the planet
You's a a buster, I can't stand it
And next time I see you go
I'ma make sure with the put you
On the flow my nigga

Moving up and moving west
Can I

bitch body and re-did it like a old school (yeah)
I'm the prime example of what real niggas motion
Why you look surprised I went to get like I told you

Crucified

Lillian Axe

Psychoschizophrenia

1993

Got an one track mind, it's a sign of the times,
Find a whole new revelation,
Prime time, any time, pay the bailiff for your crime,
Don't lose your

getting seizure
I dig inside your brains without using an Sneizure
It's critical conducive brain damage, bust
I'm robbing out your name for life, you

such thing as a good job these days
Go ahead punk, make my day

I'm an outlaw, yes I'm an outlaw
Good times, bad times, hard times the same
Live my

like I'm back from my cave
Rise from your tomb prime directive start the raid
We are the creatures greeted by torches tonight
Know nothing better then

blade tucked
I'm not opposed to a fight
Way y'all be talking fugazi
It kinda blows cuz I know you not that in real life
I keep a thorn by my side like

Grab the bull by the horns
Hold on tight and just weather the storm it's time
to take control of your life just like Optimus Prime
Now watch me transform

Strawberries and cherries, rose pedals and wine
I know its crazy but baby I get better with time
Not even in my prime, and I can read you mind
So

Father, we've something to tell you
A story of our time
A tragic but inspiring tale
Of manhood in its prime

You know you had a dozen sons...
Well

Father we've something to tell you, a story of our time. A tragic but
inspiring tale, of manhood in its prime. You know you had a dozen sons?
Well

the boy up in saran
His life flashed before his eyes, he seen them demons out that sprinter van
Hold on, pussy nigga, where you going
Coughing on dead

than your dad, I didn't wanna tell you cause I thought it'd make you sad

Make you suicidal just by lookin' at the stacks Boy, you never wanna rival me,

time
Like Kobe and Virgil and Chadwick in they prime
Hallucinating from the light
Maybe it's the lime
Took shrooms for the flight to help myself unwind

i filled
Man you can't denied, I analyze and then provide you what you can't supply, but criticize
Ain't in my prime, but I'm still divine
Big boy

the knees
Sorry if it ain't what you wanted
But it was all I had to give
Just stick by my process
Hold tight
Don't need to fight
Your hope is all I need
Need,

rap it tight
You just gotta cook the world
Fill the peoples appettite
Why you hatin on mah prime
Boy you sour like a lime
Fo yo shit i got no time
You