Paid The Price

My world came to an end

And then you came back

I think you brought it back together

Now I know

There is no (there is no)

Way (there's no there is no way)

That I can go on without you baby

Yeah, history in the makin, Do or Die

Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh

Me and Do or Die got maneuvers

Cold pimp tactics all in one package

Hollerin' at a chick that could of been a actress

Right now her back is layin' on my mattress

Why your team pissed like urine

Only rock things made for a king

Tell me tell me it was the LV

Bigger that the jeans of the

Rap floor green

That's how I gotcha

So I you want a role model to call like Patra

Quit hollerin' at them losers

And get with this shit that

Got his own business an entrepreneur

Off the block now

Shit got the pipe down

Industry niggas I just got bomb

Track from Kanye West pass the bomb aye

Kick the doors down like Desert Storm

Where's the millions

I'm the chameleon

Transformatin', rock a show like God

Drivin' for status

Big my apparatus

You gotta now I'm getting all that dough

Hotter than your shit

Bullshit, got a full clip

Think I'm a punk then get your back broke slow

I'm the shiznick down to my diznick

Lyrics so hot enough for frozen snow

Feel of the bomb again and get fucked the he say she say

He say she say I ain't gon make it

The throne is my mine

Chi-town where's the crown

From the days of Capone, nigga

You know we gon take it

I wanna vint Vivian and own my own block

Print my check like Johnny Walker Scott

Damn if you do or you don't you move over

Save some room for the black Casanova

Ladies and gentlemen. You is tunin' in to Do Or Die (thank you) Kanye West

Chi-town finest. World clap your hands for us one time

It's the world premiere, You don't understand though

Man we got the plan. We gon put it in your hands like this

It ain't nothing happenin'. You know what I'm sayin'?

We make it happen. Bullshit ain't nothing Joe. Chi-town finest

You know how it go. Come on. Come on

Uh, come on, come on

This the last time you see my like this here stuntin'

16,5 & 3 ain't that somethin'?

As long as we makin the paper the hoes comin'

Suppose I get behind the mic and flow somethin'

Kanye show the chain ladies expose something

With a hummer H2 with the Benz there's no frontin'

With some ice you can skate on

Now I got no weight on

It's gettin to the point when the ballas try hate on

Proticops I stayed on

And made a lot of hot songs

Do you think I'm a P.I.M.P.

In a SL5 Halle Berry colors scoop me

Groupies and Gucci you know you can't exclude me

Ladies get around be like "He's so cool G"

No I'm not booshie just Eric and Young Stoopie

The black Hugh Heffner

Tell me tell me Lord can you hear me?

Sometimes I walk these streets and get weary

Most of the times I can't let these niggas get near me

With this hatred, jealousy, and envy

I went to church and they said you had a remedy

A remedy to set me free and take away my enemies

So I pray to the day when I get to see

All the faces that put me down up in the industry

So from the street to the club

It's ya boy show me love

We gotta keep it gangstas that's how we gettin love

Never fall for the love of the dough

Stay true, straight to the facts and the game to show