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I'm Doing It
Fiend
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Just too motherfucking much for 'em
Just too motherfucking much for 'em
Fiend (what up nigga?) told me
You ever gon' do something, do it BIG
And I agree
F.E. is that big something
And we motherfucking doing it
Punk!
I say blunt in my right hand, steel one in my left one
Gat up in my lap, what you think about that?
Making rounds in the hood like the boys in blue
Except we thugging 'bout the streets in light, bald and blue
Candy spray, tricks for our head to lay
We still gon' get it cracking from N.O. to the Bay
In (?) or Y.O., gutter love from gutter thugs
Smoke on some green and yellow for the colored drugs
Nuclear bomb, it's California, but recorded in Crackhazard
Banger where the crack man sat it
Mr. Mexicali and your big brother still pushing Caddies
Pull off in his (?) something, holla at me, punk!
See them 26's on the Hummer mean I'm doing it
You might as well call me a stunna, 'cause I'm doing it
You see that crib on that lake? That mean I'm doing it
Man, all I do is count cake 'cause I'm doing it
Got money over there (got money over there)
We got money over here (we got money over here)
So we spend a little something (spend a little something)
With them Benzes and them buttons (with them Benzes and them buttons)
Survivor getting dollars (getting dollars)
I don't think that you hear me (punk, punk!)
Looking for the baddest bitches in your city
With they own chains and they own things
And they own brains, giving Jones brains
On one saying Survivor first, soldier always
Serving it up all day, rubberbands
Damn near popping off the hundreds in my hand
Murk 'em one and brought it home like Marilyn, emptying Caravan
'Cause it's the convicts and they cutthroat
The case of the verse, so nothing but coke and dope
My wheels do never got the dice with the rope
My rims 14's, they 160, just reload, you dig?
See them 26's on the Hummer mean I'm doing it
You might as well call me a stunna, 'cause I'm doing it
You see that crib on that lake? That mean I'm doing it
Man, all I do is count cake 'cause I'm doing it
Got money over there (got money over there)
We got money over here (we got money over here)
So we spend a little something (spend a little something)
With them Benzes and them buttons (with them Benzes and them buttons)
Got money over there (got money over there)
The moral to the story is F.E. is bringing
You a whole different view of the streets
Fiend, street customers, MX Papa Jones
Short ass pitbulls gon' get the lock on each other
Tell you niggas pull Glocks on each other
South Washington D.C. is a motherfucker, rock the whole damn box
Where the crook that put they holes on the block (bitch!)
Hooker flip the O's on the spot, 8 balls by the knot
How could I say what I expose and what I got?
You hear me people? Little hustling never hurt nobody
Except for you never seen a big body, so sick a shotty
Used to watch the dog fights by the levy
Now I promote the rap, drugs and the Chevy
Or forsake the girls that move the jam and jelly
To expand the belly, jump if your paper heavy, you feel me?
See them 26's on the Hummer mean I'm doing it
You might as well call me a stunna, 'cause I'm doing it
You see that crib on that lake? That mean I'm doing it
Man, all I do is count cake 'cause I'm doing it
Got money over there (got money over there)
We got money over here (we got money over here)
So we spend a little something (spend a little something)
With them Benzes and them buttons (with them Benzes and them buttons)
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