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Fiend

"What They Do"

Chorus [Fiend]

Oww I'm just doing what them drug dealers do
Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug n*gga crew, come on
I'm just doing what them drug dealers do
Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug n*gga crew, ya heard me?

[Mr. Serv-On]
I got pimps lined up sayin' they lovin' my game
I got b*tches screamin' out they gave their baby my name
I can't bust for nothing, I can't fight with no hoe
I got 10 thousand project n*ggas rushing my show
Pushing side to side, cause they feel what I say
If you scared of real n*ggas, get the f*ck out the way
Never loving no b*tch, I won't live cause I'm rich
3rd Ward I represent it, yeah I'm bleeding for this
I wear my tank with pride, ain't no peace in my eye
Set a raw date, want my sh*t, and b*tch you gon' die
Never f*cking told 'em, couldn't running from cowards
No Limit, Tre 6, ya heard?, the world is ours

Chorus [Fiend]

Oww I'm just doing what them drug dealers do
Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug n*gga crew, come on
I'm just doing what them drug dealers do
Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug n*gga crew, ya heard me?
Just doing what them drug dealers do
Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug n*gga crew, come on
I'm just doing what them drug dealers do
Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug n*gga crew, ya heard me?

[DJ Paul]
Until I go I'm hollerin', don't f*ck with my click
It's Hypnotize, but I f*cks with No Limit, b*tch
These words are out my mouth, are from my heart they come
I cuts b*tches with my Auto T '91
I c*ck back the gat, n*ggas like on the run
It's no release on the trigger, 'til job is done
Off in my crew, lil' b*tch, a coward has got no place
We fire shots from a Navi off in your place
Blaow, blaow, blaow

[Juicy J]
You got these Hoe-Town killas, M-Town figures
Hooked up with the fools from New Orleans now we bigger
Droppin' off them Kizzies, junkies yellin' crazy
Can I get a hit before I put your block on frizzy?
I told that f*cking junkie, with his nose all ruiny
Get the f*ck up out my face, I'm going to make this money
And since I'm always stressin', I keep a Smith N Wesson
I look him in the face and then I put two in his chest

Chorus [Fiend]

Oww I'm just doing what them drug dealers do
Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug n*gga crew, come on
I'm just doing what them drug dealers do
Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug n*gga crew, ya heard me?
Just doing what them drug dealers do
Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug n*gga crew, come on
I'm just doing what them drug dealers do
Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug n*gga crew, ya heard me?

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