Yeah, history in the makin, Do or Die, Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh Me and Do or Die got my new verse Cold pimp tactics all in one package Hollerin at a chick
sneaking in Lover's Land, or at the drive-in movies Now it's Tinsel Town or Motel 6, where this hoe can do me Use to watch freestyle the man, or Rap
(M.Karlsson / P.Olander / J.Lundholm) Do or die, good reason to stay alive Life can hurt me anymore Roll the dice Surely I paid the price A lifetime
I turn I see niggaz burn Every nigga that I know's on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price Little young motherfucker doin triple
and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave
now or later You fucked up, shoulda murdered me playa Nigga is sweet like candy I don't care how much you pray Nigga I don't care how much you paid And
your memory that fat Tennesee MC Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G But not because of my size, you better recognize I'm do or die, when you talk
paid too much for this piece i'll be damned if it tries any funny business it'll be the one that pays the price Evolution has exponential timing it?ll
her young brother on the block with some street game Aiyyo, I never talk bad about my mother She sacrificed and paid the price I love No other could ever do
, I swear I'm in it for the do' Staying on my tippie-toes, mind clicking for the green Got no time for plex so what's next, on rough sex or wolf cream
do your thing They got more that's due Just cuz momma fed you right all your life Don't mean she walk on a perfect line Watch your step, or pay the price
paid to the last dollar Where the endless streams of money seem to flow I'll be glad to tell them what they can do It's a matter of a simple form or two
and not just the price Could it do with being human? {"and it aint nuthin' nice"} Man it's really damn hard to say hello twice Could it do with being
in the fifty cent bin The price of the payphone escalates Fake smile when he takes home one of his dates He could write another hate-poem for you to break Or
dead Or a mack truck ran over you Or you suddenly died in your Sunday pew! [CHORUS] Do you know where you're gonna go! Do you know where you're gonna go! Do
dead Or a mack truck ran over you Or you suddenly died in your sunday pew! Chorus Do you know where you're gonna go! Do you know where you're gonna go! Do
