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Do Or Die
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Joey Fatts
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[Joey Fatts] My momma always told me niggas not ya' homies So I do my dirt by my lonely, cause court turn gangsters holy Strapped up with this 40, from long range I'm like Kobe Niggas know about Joey f*ck that talkin', boy, show me Even though I'm gettin' paid, I'm stuck in my ways Front and get sprayed Still post in the hood, same nigga from back in the day My niggas don't play, so don't get f*cked up You know Thump got the pump tucked Hit your block like what's up Spendin' money on shells, give a f*ck about jail You can get 'em for free if you f*ck with us Leavin' stains on that pavement Then it's back to the block, choppin' that rock Niggas feelin' like cavemen Lay low at the Days Inn My bitch name go on that room Cause my block hotter than June Gettin' high like Cudi, I'm the man on the Moon Stay with my tool, cause if you snooze, you lose And my niggas winnin' Catch your ass slippin' Late night bust a mission Pray to God, everyday we sinnin' (everyday we sinnin') But I don't give a f*ck A young nigga probably could've been a senator Instead I'm standin' on your block with a toolie tucked Spot a 'op, like Pac, I'mma hit 'em up [Joey Fatts & (?)] Do you wanna ride In the backseat of my Chevy It's 'bout to be a homicide Gettin' high while we drive Niggas do or die See a 'op, grab the Glock Let these hollows fly (Repeat Hook) [Joey Fatts] My momma always told me niggas not ya' homies But you was my brother Shit, we did everything for each other But I guess you not built for this Gang-bangin', no censorship Nigga, you a bitch Got me clippin' with extended clips Cause you backpackin' when you rain yo lips You should of stuck to the f*ckin' script But you had to tell, yeah Now you on papers and the homie got twelve years Give a f*ck about hell, yeah We ain't got shit cause it's already hell here So I'mma do what I gotta do to let niggas know We don't f*ck with these kinda moves Knock on his door with the four, nigga play it cool Soon as a nigga open up, I'mma body him I promise you I gave niggas my loyalty, and niggas snitched I don't f*ck with that So I'mma let these shells hit his head Turn Wizards hat back to a Bullets cap Show niggas not to f*ck with Fatts And snitchin', niggas don't condone And nigga, I keep my strap everywhere I go like a mobile phone Fire shots at your dome, guy followed him home Two more just to settle the score If his ass end up livin', we gon' give him some more Cause when you gang-bang, you know what you sign up for It's just the code of the streets Stay low, roll with your heat Don't talk to police Cop guns, dog, don't cop pleas Till you die, ride on your enemies [Joey Fatts & (?)] Do you wanna ride In the backseat of my Chevy It's 'bout to be a homicide Gettin' high while we drive Niggas do or die See a 'op, grab the Glock Let these hollows fly (Repeat Hook)
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