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Doe Or Die (rza Remix) Lyrics

(Raekwon)

 This veteran's charge, soon to have a whiley garage

 Yea, demand the land, I want a jet black discovery recovery, big time

 See when you, when you start fuking wit my shit like that

 You're taking on a natural high see what I'm saying

 Shit is natural (yea no doubt) shit is like baking a cake

 Know what I mean, like squeezing a hand joint (word up design, designing)

 Know what I'm saying, Doe or Die style kid, the remix

 

 (Both)

 Yo, yo I roll wit brothers who puff dust lust plus

 A + conniving cash you can't trust

 Yo, these avalanche rock throwers, granola holders

 Style is steady ready like a military soldier

 Wu Killa Bee plus Sosa, AZ

 Two SC's, Doe or die style, let's see

 Yo, the track's banging like an armaretta shake son

 Take some, 50 on whatever we make son

 

 (Raekwon)

 Yo now let me show you how my whole team operate

 Cooperate, tie you up, drop you on the Tri-state

 What up, my whole style is camoflage

 The veteran's charge, bagging all these shorties up in sport cars

 When we react, it's like Mafia, keep jims rocking ya

 Czechoslovakia, Khadafi the diamonds

 What soulsa La costra da nostra

 Snap a flick of this Chef, double exposure

 

 (AZ)

 Who's the wickedest, street officialist, Guess, Gortex

 Lex is the crispiest, ice the vidiculous

 Peep and look, the unexplainable'll keep ya shook

 High illism, the realism got you hooked

 So let's lay law cause only fat cats play raw

 Let this ?a pour? 'cause taking his paper's all I claim for

 The resurrection 86 cartel connection

 Raid your section, el's twist to a perfection

 

 (Raekwon)

 Primetime, genuine, shine, Lex seat recline

 Yo, Vine, he ran up on me wit a nine, he's mine

 I won't play, Gamma ray spray Rae, he tried to pray

 He threw a grand away, yo, I plan a day to drive his land away

 Doe or die, right, light up the time my ?feet? was gear high

 Showing love to niggaz on the inside

 

 (AZ)

 Black supreme, high king, mine shine like high beams

 We be that Don ?queen? seems you take time in a hygiene

 My line ?queen?, Italian gator, boast made of fiend

 Check the Firm team, names internationally reign

 Triple X large, duplex wit a garage

 Gold Express Cards plus enuff sex to bless the Gods

 So let's play, catch me in a Motown Cafe

 Cap on half way, sipping OJ and ?cram on lye?

 Doe or die way, ?corosea?