Clika 1-la Clika Do Or Die Lyrics

Do Or Die Lyrics

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(BAD BOY)

Trucha when I pull out my cuete

fuck around I'ma shootcha 

Carrucha

six guarda cuatro

marijuana mucha

with a fusca

down for the bang bang

you want putaso chingaso

I pull my nueve

leave it on my pedaso

soldado down wit the Clicka 

vato bien malvado

fuck around and get dropped to the ground PAT! PAT!

and I'm safe and sano 

with a palo 

agarra cromo

little vatos down 

Loked up with his eyes 

55-0-1 and the big gun throwin it down

Ese Brown Whatchu think should I smoke 'em?  Quemalo

should I smoke 'em?   Quemalo

Put the clip in the cuete close my eyes persinalo    Truenalo

but the body never turned up

fuck around and get burnt up

knuckle up with the big gun 

get some get dumped in the back seat when I pack heat 

mothafuckers always seem to get jumped get pumped

with a doce

twelve gauge fuck around and I kill'em all

fuck'em all fill'em all  cause I never fall

diablo when the mothafuckin money calls

you want some pleito 

you will you best to pull quick 

I'm leavin them holes up in your chest with a full clip



  (BAD BOY)

So let the gauge pain maintain kill'em all

and lookin for bodies to put in the casket

you missed it showed me you blast ed

rippin the skin and unload from plastic

you fuckin bastard

he roll like sane and taking a blow to the chin

So let me in

just give me the cash or you takin a blast

look at my mans don't mean a damn thing

I'm still releasing the steel 

I'm speaking for real  you fuckin dill 

just give me the bills to fuck up the deals 

to stick it and kill if he was a bitch huh

I'll jack you beat you and fuck you till you're down

But chu got an ace I'm unloadin the clip 

and I constantly buck you  so heres a fuck you

from me Bad Boy the baddest one from the click

and putting it down for all my soldiers 

I'm dippin the sticks and taking the hits uh

and catching a blow to the ball 

My doggy dogs are jumpin the walls 

because we keep disobeying the laws 

Ese Brown wachu think should I buck'em?    Fuck 'em

should I buck'em?    Fuck 'em

Buck'em all the C the L the I-K

the hay I'm smoking all day

so hate me bitch and jack me

but chu bitches just can's stop me



(ESE BROWN)

Now I was 17 years old when I got my first nine

Baby Black Smith-n-Wesson 

teaching fools a lesson

give you the impression that I'm sick in my mente

don't have a bitch cause my bitch is my cuete

She's on my side she always gats my back

the first one to trip cause my bitch is a terrorist 

she never back talks making putos back off 

hit you like a rocket when she lets the bullets blast off

countdown the last seconds of your life

fucking with my nueve don't chu know she's nothing nice

cause Mina's down got the downest bitch n the world

she's all I need beside my weed and my 4-0

Trucha comming through your door with my mask on

give me your cash and all your fuckin stash homes 

nina desmadre my ruca puts in jale

a match made in Heaven 

Simon ese tu sabes