Caine House (Screwed)

Caine House (Screwed)

Do or Die

[Chorus]
So I told you where I hang out
Ya got some sellin' then
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin' up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
I blow his brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin' brains out

[Chorus]

[Verse One]
Two of my hommies got killed
From the hollow point tips
Cepts it looks like hell
Three point five million
From those narcotic sells
Gang signs that's maile
Seventy two hours incarcerated
All because my hood floss bloody body's
On the pavement
That playa hater shit
Is what brings that type of drama
What a nigga need to start doin'
Is just kidnappin' your mama
Catch me in the game for 8 years
So watch my nigga catch stripes
In the middle of the night
Seein' fiends smoke pipes
Dub sacks an Coniac
Helps me deal with these phonies
Busters sellin' for G's that I stack
From the back to ponies
I got hommies with L's on they backs
Who fell through the crack
And hidin' shank's under they mattress
Where were you
When will you realize
When cockin' glocks
To pop those cops
Makes a Mil of these blocks
Ride in drop tops
Be foolin' with G-nocks
don't trust those bitches
They choose to squish and let em squeal
Go ahead and trust em
You'll have no money screamin' Biatch!
To tha billi ba-bang
The reflections drummin' like solo
Hold on like En Vogue
Put out that Endo
Let down the window
Tec's to our set
Seventeen to mix with the bullshit
Lettin' em know at the do' with the full clip
When you bust at me
That nigga slip
They steady runnin'
The gun
To keep the nigga off that lay low
Got niggs on the pay roll
That'll kill when I say so
Three hay-lo's
It gets so fatel
On Warnell talk to no one
Sometimes it gets to the point I
Cock my ho's see what I'm sayin'

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
The lord is smokin'
that's why my life
Has been this livin' hell
For the thug life up on the street
And to the prison cell
Unlawful use is what
They caught me with a Tec-9
An do they got probable cause
They never did take no time
Steady use of prison
Took another brothers man hood
They choose next time
Up under the bench
They say its all good
But I was young
didn't know any better
Although I did comp out the boot-camp
Fly to give a brotha seven
Years of prison teirs
My hommies pourin' beers
I guess this henny
Should be life of what a thug lives
My only hurt
Maybe won't be my last
But here's a tip for these cops
Next time I'm goin' out with a blast
So if you look up in this black man's
Eyes of straight madness
Ready to buck you down
Upon the ground
For all my past teachers
Give your souls up
If your showed up
don't hold up
We Do or Die
And you know we
Straight soldiers

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Nigga I got your back
You got mine
Lets keep it comin'
Throw your guns in the air
Uh-uh no time for runnin'
They'll miss the gunnin'
Its Do or Die
When we ride out
Niggero you comin'
Lets leave the scene
And go and hide out
An miss the trippin'
Trippin' an clippin'
Lets get to dippin'
Motherfuck gonna die
because he lied
About my hommie flippin'
Swole head and a broke jaw
Fuck that
My nigga you dead an gone
But you better believe
I'm bustin' back
ain't got no time
For individuals
Who just want to trip
You done broke his jaw
You done broke my law
So now I gots to dip
Now whip
Up on that ass
With this nine milla
You ain't fuckin' with a ho
You fuckin' with a po
That be a stone killa
My nigga dead an gone
So rest in peace an close his casket
Theirs plenty more chances
If it takes ten years
I swear ill kill this basterd
To war zone grab that chrome
Plus the clip that matches
Retaliation is a must
that's why I'm kickin' asses
These BHN they straight be trippin'
Cuz the hood I come from
that's why I'm packin'
Fully be jackin'
Cuz these ho's don't want none
can't get along
Keep this mo
I'm talkin' player rhythm
Got niggas on the side
Whose bitin' ears
By spittin' negatism
I got my ninner
Off of safety
Ready to try it out
What made me do it
It was hood when I ride out
From north or south
To the east to the west
Who rolls the best
So fuck your chief
His ass gonna die
When I load this tec

[Chorus]

To them niggas in the pen
Who got sent up for this bullshit
Yea pullin' triggas fo' bigger figgas
that's it them niggas loyal to this game
And some of these niggas ain't your hommies
The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies
So when you look behind your back
That motherfucker might be havin' a knife stabbin' you
So you watch that shit
Its real
About that pen nigga
To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea

Written by LINDLEY, SAMUEL C. / ROUND, DENISE / ROUND, ANTHONY / SMITH, D.
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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