Oww I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, come on I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me?
[Mr. Serv-On] I got pimps lined up sayin' they lovin' my game I got bitches 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 niggas rushing my show Pushing side to side, cause they feel what I say If you scared of real niggas, get the fuck out the way Never loving no bitch, 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 shit, and bitch you gon' die Never fucking 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 nigga crew, come on I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me? Just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, come on I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me?
[DJ Paul] Until I go I'm hollerin', don't fuck with my click It's Hypnotize, but I fucks with No Limit, bitch These words are out my mouth, are from my heart they come I cuts bitches with my Auto T '91 I cock back the gat, niggas like on the run It's no release on the trigger, 'til job is done Off in my crew, lil' bitch, 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 fucking junkie, with his nose all ruiny Get the fuck 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 nigga crew, come on I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me? Just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, come on I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me?
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Oww I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, come on I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me?
[Mr. Serv-On] I got pimps lined up sayin' they lovin' my game I got bitches 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 niggas rushing my show Pushing side to side, cause they feel what I say If you scared of real niggas, get the fuck out the way Never loving no bitch, 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 shit, and bitch you gon' die Never fucking 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 nigga crew, come on I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me? Just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, come on I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me?
[DJ Paul] Until I go I'm hollerin', don't fuck with my click It's Hypnotize, but I fucks with No Limit, bitch These words are out my mouth, are from my heart they come I cuts bitches with my Auto T '91 I cock back the gat, niggas like on the run It's no release on the trigger, 'til job is done Off in my crew, lil' bitch, 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 fucking junkie, with his nose all ruiny Get the fuck 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 nigga crew, come on I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me? Just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, come on I'm just doing what them drug dealers do Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me?
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