Do or Die La, La, La Lyrics

Victory Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Victory
  • 2 If U Scared
  • 3 In a Mode
  • 4 Keep It Real
  • 5 Who Knows?
  • 6 Bank Heist (Interlude)
  • 7 Tha Heist
  • 8 La, La, La
  • 9 Can U Make It Hot
  • 10 V.I.P.
  • 11 Bounce for Me
  • 12 If I Don't Eat It
  • 13 Stay Focused
  • 14 Murderers, Pimps & Thugs
  • 15 Ride
  • 16 Thuggin It Out
  • 17 Already Know
  • [Chorus: Repeat 4x]
    Gotta make the paper
    Can't let the paper make me
    La di da di da di da

    Thug come up in a fresh white Benz
    Baby mama talkin' crazy cause I'm high again
    Flow like a ************ say it again
    Twenties lookin' like ooh
    With the guy like who
    Back up the bad money,put it in cruise
    Got's new jeans, suits and Timbaland boots
    Get off em', '92, all why'all ball
    You playin with me, yo, I'm ballin' for all

    [Chorus:]

    In 96', ok, we made the m-o-n-e-why again
    M-o-n-e-why, do you see what you like?
    Flashin' cars, worries gone,??
    Never went to my head, 'cause I stacked em', yo
    Maxed a ho
    You could roll by,I lock the door
    La di da di da di da, I got a lot for sure
    Ho, I make the paper, I don't let it make me
    I stay runnin' through my hood, I don't let it break me
    I work to get my cheddar, I ain't get it for free
    You can do the same, I do so,so why you hatin' on me?
    It be, 99' we ridin' in Benz, expo
    For the one solo, we ballin' in twins
    Right up again, we love em, I said it before
    Stack your paper when you make it, it be money galore
    Let em know, for those who be round my door
    If it ain't about the dollar, then it really ain't low

    [Chorus:]

    In my early life,they told me I was chasin' a dream
    Because I wanted everything that I seen on the screen
    Big home, diamonds, furs,and even them drop tops
    I went from ??, little red model and I-Roc
    I used to, drive my friends, to rollerskating, use my vocal chords
    Choosin' ya know, now I'm on the production board
    Took the Benz down until my feet touched the ground
    And when the heat touched the ground, they had to sit me down
    But the problem changed now
    At first I started hustling, **** struggling
    I rather throw bricks, steady smuggling
    I was down for an ounce, seven years no parole
    It's bad and it's cold,mature getting old
    And if you didn't know,now you know
    Easy gettin' slow, now I'm gettin' paid for my show

    [Chorus:]

    Chicago, can we make g's?
    Houston, can we make g's?
    Atlanta, can we make g's?
    Cleveland and New York, can we make g's?
    Milwaukee, can we make g's?
    L.A., can we make g's?
    You and me, can we make g's?
    Dallas and St. Louis, can we make g's?
    San Antonio, can we make g's?
    Louisiana, can we make g's?
    Florida, can we make g's?
    Jacksonville, could we make g's?
    Indiana, can we make g's?
    Memphis, can we make g's?
    Birmingham, can we make g's Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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