[Intro: Guordan Banks]
Hoo, hoo
Hoo, yeah
[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
They say two wrongs don't make a right
But if it's my blood, someone has to die, yeah
Cause in the street life, you gotta sacrifice, oh yeah
Either my life or your life, oh
They say two wrongs don't make a right, no
But if it's my blood, someone has to die, no
Cause in the street life, you gotta sacrifice, oh
It's either my life or your life
Either my life or your life
Either my life or your life
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Anybody tryna stop my shine gotta get it, I'll admit it
If my life on the line then we 187 whoever, I'm with it
I'm talkin' 'bout murder, we did it, and the nerve of you critics
To think somethin' of me
And judge me if I shoot and murder these niggas
They murdered my dad and converted me menace
So when they come serve me my sentence
I bet I won't tell 'em a word of my bid'ness
I'll rot in that cell 'til they burn me, my nigga
And it hurt me, my nigga
To see my day ones acting thirsty 'bout bitches or money
I cut off like thirty of my niggas
Had thoughts about murking my niggas
Cause it be the closest of niggas
That change on you quick and know most of your bid'ness
I put this on Snupe, yeah the ghost of my nigga
I would've rode hearse with you niggas
So it's either my life or your life
And if it don't go right, gun to your face so you know right
I won't do you dirty, get hit with this four twice
So pray up and hold tight, my nigga
Hoo, hoo
Hoo, yeah
[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
They say two wrongs don't make a right
But if it's my blood, someone has to die, yeah
Cause in the street life, you gotta sacrifice, oh yeah
Either my life or your life, oh
They say two wrongs don't make a right, no
But if it's my blood, someone has to die, no
Cause in the street life, you gotta sacrifice, oh
It's either my life or your life
Either my life or your life
Either my life or your life
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Anybody tryna stop my shine gotta get it, I'll admit it
If my life on the line then we 187 whoever, I'm with it
I'm talkin' 'bout murder, we did it, and the nerve of you critics
To think somethin' of me
And judge me if I shoot and murder these niggas
They murdered my dad and converted me menace
So when they come serve me my sentence
I bet I won't tell 'em a word of my bid'ness
I'll rot in that cell 'til they burn me, my nigga
And it hurt me, my nigga
To see my day ones acting thirsty 'bout bitches or money
I cut off like thirty of my niggas
Had thoughts about murking my niggas
Cause it be the closest of niggas
That change on you quick and know most of your bid'ness
I put this on Snupe, yeah the ghost of my nigga
I would've rode hearse with you niggas
So it's either my life or your life
And if it don't go right, gun to your face so you know right
I won't do you dirty, get hit with this four twice
So pray up and hold tight, my nigga
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