Pimp Or Die - Father Mc

Pimp or die

(What's the law?)

Pimp or die

(What's the law?)

Pimp or die

(What's the law?)

Pimp or die

To my niggas uptown gotta pimp or die

To my niggas downtown gotta pimp or die

To my niggas cross town gotta pimp or die

To my nigga round town gotta pimp or die

I just jump in my Path

Drive up the ave

Talking on my cellular

Hunting for

I’m the man, that’s how I gets down

I find recruits, knock the boots and then I gots to skip town

I gets money on the regular

Every day honies are calling on my cellular

I got a team

From Brooklyn, Bronx and Queens

A bald head, leather jacket, and baggy jeans

I roll posse deep

Check your catalog

My name’s Father and Tim Dawg’s the landlord

Buttnaked’s in effect

They stepped up and said, «Yo Father, it’s time to catch wreck»

Straight up and down, bless this underground

Brother don’t play around

So watch a real nigga get down

So don’t play me, cause I’m just too fly

It’s '93 and '93 is pimp or die

I attack when I crush the new jacks

And if I get stacks, I get stacks and stacks and stacks and stacks

I front gold, a slim chain and a rollie band

From my head to my toe, the toe is Timberland

You got bank, but moneygrip I got your bank stop

I’m not cock diesel but I still sport a tank top

That’s how I’m living

So don’t give me the dead eye

My last cutie played fly but now she’s goodbye

I make tonight on the town

And if it ain’t good enough

I work harder than Bobby Brown

caramel, sweet chocolate

One taste of my love makes your heart drip

Mr. Man

Sisters never diss the program

Before I kick 'em out

Straight up and down check me out as I catch wreck

Hold your spinny cause I’m running through your projects

Here comes a bigger nigga

A slick daddy-o

I got a dozen honies naked on my patio

Smitty’s gonna be around the sugar baby

I never rush, I never tell them «yes», it’s «maybe»

Ladies it don’t come easy

You gotta go all out like your whole purpose in life was to please me

I like 'em tender with a fight like a tiger then surrender

I’ll make everyday like Sweet November

I get my nails done, baby ya won’t be bitter

Dip my hands in the bowl and watch my rocks glitter

That’s how pimply I am

Pimping ain’t hard, it’s just a job and ya really don’t understand

I’m getting money on the real nothing’s funny

Everyday seems sunny when I’m chilling with my main honey

So don’t play me cause I’m just too fly

It’s '93 and '93 is pimp or die