Pimp Or Die

Yo, all these niggaz out here wanna pimp now, man

They done see Bishop Magic Juan

They done watch Pimps Up, Hoes Down

Niggaz wanna ask me, stop me in traffic asking me questions and shit

Man, that's shit!

I pimp a bitch into a brick wall, test my game

You niggaz wanna get gangster, gonna test my aim

If your bitches outta pocket, got yourself to blame

Cause I'm a motherfucking pimp, Iceberg's the name

I mack a bitch into a coma with I roll up on her

Get my brain up in her my brain, make her hook and love the corner

Lot of y'all niggaz claim to kick it, but you're weak to me

So you chillie ass pimps, don't even speak to me

Known to be the coldest nigga, Cadillac track mack

Smack the fucking whore unconscious if my trap ain't fat

Whoring is from the hip, pimping is from the lip

So nigga grab your dick and chop some fucking game of a bitch

And stop stopping me in traffic, asking how I do it

The pimp game is in my blood, nigga, thought you knew it

You ain't cutting like this nigga, let me tell you why!

I asked God to let me pimp or let me die!

Pimp or die

I knocked fifty whores last week, twenty fell off

I pimped hard on the last thirty, twenty went soft

I left ten down the reign, but only one was true

And I still got more bitches than you, Pimp or die!

Pimp or die

I knocked fifty whores last week, twenty fell off

I pimped hard on the last thirty, twenty went soft

I left ten down the reign, but only one was true

And I still got more bitches than you, Pimp or die!

This ain't no game for lames nigga

Grab your bitch, take her off and marry her

Kid, this game'll bury ya

Call the bitch, hit the track, some pimp took her

You can't control a girl friend, more less a hooker

Stop reading Pimp books, square up, get a job

Sell dope, steal cars, get a gun, rob

You're just a fan of pimping, and it ain't all good

You're playing a minute you're goffen, I'm.. Tiger woods;

Ain't no fair lane, you want a fair game, play cards baby

Pimping ain't easy, but whoring ain't hard

Dear God I break a trick, quick for those that know

The only bitches that I fuck with, are those that whores

Pimp or die

I knocked fifty whores last week, twenty fell off

I pimped hard on the last thirty, twenty went soft

I left ten down the reign, but only one was true

And I still got more bitches than you, Pimp or die!

I got the brand new Ros', then throw you the keys

I ride Satechi-Ro at thirty two degrees

Nigga, you duck and run, faggot, I cock and squeeze

And about the dough I blow, it's like it grow on trees

You're talking lay away, I'm talking Corté

You make a bitch your wife, I charge a bitch the day

And every whore I know, do what the fuck I say

Cause I'm a fucking pimp, nigga, you're fucking play

First of, there ain't no crash course in this game

In case you didn't hear me first time, Berg's the name

Before you start, you gotta have a cold heart and colder dick

All you wanna do is fuck, you was a straight trick

Stand on a bitch, break your hand on a bitch

Grind for your grip, except no shit

Get your gear tight player, learn to act polite

Get in the whore's head, fuck the bitch, you're after the bread

Soothe it out pimp, mack with finesse and shawn

And pretty soon you'll have hookers hanging over your arms

But the game is played in dark streets, gators and concrete

Your tracks lock is amaze, pimps sleave daze

Whores run away, set you up to die

But you wanted to live the life cause you did it this fly

The pimp game is the moving target and you ain't that steady

Stay the fuck off the track, pussy you ain't ready