Life or Death

Lyrics

[Intro] (It be live in this muthafucka, Terk) Ha, Goonrich, nigga I got a short temper, nigga, huh And we pullin' triggas, nigga Ha, (Ayy, Terk), don't get, (Sparkheem) ha [Hook] Life or death situation Make a left, make a right, 'cause they fakin' Hop out the car, young nigga, chase 'em I'm killin' niggas, man, I feel like I'm Jason I'm from the hood, roaches, the vacants Construction worker, bitch, I came from the pavement Got a new phone, shit was delayin' Rule number one, you gotta have a plan I'm stuck in the streets, I got cuts on my hand I'm servin' hard drugs, I'm servin' that tan He might seem real, but he ain't your man He would've died, but that shit jammed Too many racks and I'm doin' my dance I know a real nigga that kill for a band You think you a man with that gun in your hand Them 7.62's, when we hop out that van [Verse] 'Bout to get a AP, I don't know the time Got a real bad bitch and you know she a dime And I be off them drugs and I play with her mind When I get home, bitch, I'ma break your spine These hot ass niggas keep droppin' them dimes Old rappin' ass niggas join 64 live Don't play with Goonrich, man, your ass gon' die And I never forget I'ma send you to the sky All them niggas bluffin', we the real homicide You look at Goonew, see the pain in my eyes These niggas crazy, think that shit is gon' slide Yeah, I got shot, but it wasn't my time That boy hidin', but that nigga gon' die This not a diss song, I'm statin' some facts It's pack in the air, but I'm smokin' on [?] Them dirty ass niggas, they smokin' on jacks Uh, go, my goons on attack Your girlfriend a whore, she got hit from the back Slide on them niggas then we double back I fucked up my finger, got too many racks I got a thirty-three, fifty attached After this tape, might get on a jet Been fightin' my body, I need me a rest If I sign me a deal, guarantee it's a check Uh, Big 64, bitch, you know what I rep If you fuck with the opps then I'm takin' a step I'm sippin' that drank, mixin' Wock' with the 'Tech And bitch, I'm a goon, that shit on my neck I'm smokin' on opps, but you know the rest I stay with my dog, I'm makin' 'em fetch I been on the stove, I get into that Got too many hustles, I need me a check [Hook] Life or death situation Make a left, make a right, 'cause they fakin' Hop out the car, young nigga, chase 'em I'm killin' niggas, man, I feel like I'm Jason I'm from the hood, roaches, the vacants Construction worker, bitch, I came from the pavement Got a new phone, shit was delayin' Rule number one, you gotta have a plan I'm stuck in the streets, I got cuts on my hand I'm servin' hard drugs, I'm servin' that tan He might seem real, but he ain't your man He would've died, but that shit jammed Too many racks and I'm doin' my dance I know a real nigga that kill for a band You think you a man with that gun in your hand Them 7.62's, when we hop out that van