[Intro: Brother Minister A. Samad Muhammad & RBX]
Either you choose life, or you choose death
Either you choose life, or you choose death
Based on the decision that you make
God has come and offered you life
Your enemy can only offer you death (Row)
If you choose to stay with your enemy, then you choose death (Deathrow)
If you choose to leave the enemy and strike out into the unknown (Into the unknown)
[Chorus: Tommy Wright III]
Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die
I-I-It's a homicide
Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die
I-I-It's a homicide
Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die
I-I-It's a homicide
Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die
I-I-It's a homicide
[Verse 1: Dirty Red]
In my situation of total devastation
Spread my hustle all across the motherfuckin' nation
Niggas wanna click up, it don't matter 'cause you'll get buck
I'm tryna make some bone first, 'cause I'm tearin' patches out yo heart
When you start to stir like you come from Corner Village
Blood gon' start to spillin', my Gat gon' start to drillin'
Niggas in the head with that infrared beamin'
Blood is steady streamin', you fuckin' with a demon
Niggas, I, and murderers in the South is where I dwell
With plenty of clientele, and I got them Gats as well
So don't try to run up, 'cause I'm quick to pull that gun up
I'm askin' questions last, 'cause I'm sure as hell gon' blast
A nigga in the past with that motherfuckin' dumb-shit
You don't know who you fuckin' with, I roam with a gangster clique
D-I-R-T-Y-R-E-D is not afraid of you hoes
You gon' die or I'm gon' die, and that's just how the story goes
[Interlude: Dirty Red]
Yeah, Dirty Red up in this bitch
And I want you boys to know on Corner Village
I'm not runnin', and I'm not hidin' from neither one of you hoes
You know I'm sayin', a nigga look for me if they want to or get they ass blast
What's up my nigga Lil' Bay?
[Chorus: Tommy Wright III]
Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die
I-I-It's a homicide
Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die
I-I-It's a homicide
Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die
I-I-It's a homicide
Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die
I-I-It's a homicide
[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
Down for my crown, ten toes down, Tommy ain't givin' a fuck
Runnin' and gunnin' a TEC in my coat
When I open my trench if a nigga's best built
Niggas who trippin' and scrapin'
A bullet on side of they face just for fuckin' with Tommy
The nigga that's creepin' and sneakin' and peekin'
And bustin' wide seekin' the beautiful money
Isn't it funny how a nigga get scared?
Watch me put a forty-five to a nigga head
"Please don't shoot", first thing that he say
Then he hit his knees and begin to pray
Trick, quit cryin' on my motherfuckin' grain
Here leave him at a stand still once he hear it cock
Look him in the face, put the gun between his eyes
Piss runnin' down his leg, Tommy Wright ain't surprise
Do or die, cause a hizzno gotta go in the mist of the pistol smoke
Mind of a criminal makin' me dog out a dirty ho
When I be going for broke
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die
Since that day I seen Boyz In Tha Hood
I always wanted to do a drive-by
Buck a nigga down to the ground hangin' out the sunroof
With the Glock cocked ready, aim, fire
Grippin' the .44, lookin' from side to side
Tryna find victims to be in a drive-by
On a mission, as I creep deep with a clique thick as John Gotti
Doggin' the bitches and hoggin' the riches
And fillin' these ditches with dead bodies
[Interlude: Tommy Wright III]
Straight from a hood called Memphis, Tennessee
Do or die, no lie, this shit ain't gon' stop 'til my casket drop
One man gang, Tommy Wright III known as Tommy Three
Down with Ten Wanted Men 'til the world end
Street Smart in charge
[Chorus: Tommy Wright II]
Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die
I-I-It's a homicide
Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die
I-I-It's a homicide
Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die
I-I-It's a homicide
Die motherfucker, 'cause you knew this was a do or die
Either you gon' die or I'm gon' die
I-I-It's a homicide
[Verse 3: Project Pimp]
Thinkin' of a plan, do or die, you can try
Project Pimp gon' spill your blood
Comin' through the door, who is that?
Finna blast with the mask, got on O.J. gloves
Lunatic, lunatic beggin' for mercy, one hit, now yo' Tommys, they covered with holes
Psycho Pimp maniac, devious, ready to shoot a bitch, leavin' yo' family froze
P to the R, to the O-J-E-C-T to the P-I-M-P, blast
Four to the four with the scope to ya face
What you say? I'm finna kill your ass
Fillin' you up with hollow tips
If you play, nigga, you'll probably catch a slug
Fuckin' with one of these Hill niggas, die
Nigga, makin' you lose a pint of blood
Jumpin' up outta the Chevy, the buckshots will scatter and leavin' you dead in the street
Project Pimp buckin' you bitches so quickly puttin' you sissy-ass bitches to sleep
Lockin' him up in the trunk for those nights
He was screamin' and hollerin' I know he was scared
Forty-four buck in the trunk outta luck
No more bitchin', I'll note that this nigga was dead
Runnin' and gunnin', fuck runnin'
It funny how suckers can call themselves killers and thugs
Blastin' that ho he was snitchin'
He got a gun fillin' him up wid them forty-four slugs
Killin' and pimpin' it's all in my system
So bitches and niggas got trouble for real
Rest in peace, sucker, don't fuck with me
Project Pimp, nigga, you only got one life to live, bitch