8th - Do Or Die lyrics

[Verse 1 : Joey Fatts] My momma always told me n***as 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 n***as know about Joey f** 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 n***a from back in the day My n***as don't play, so don't get f**ed up You know Thump got the pump tucked Hit your block like what's up Spendin' money on shells, give a f** about jail You can get 'em for free if you f** with us Leavin' stains on that pavement Then it's back to the block, choppin' that rock n***as feelin' like cavemen Lay low at the Days Inn My b**h 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 n***as winnin' Catch your a** slippin' Late night bust a mission Pray to God, everyday we sinnin' (everyday we sinnin') But I don't give a f** A young n***a 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 [Hook: Joey Fatts & (?)] Do you wanna ride In the backseat of my Chevy It's 'bout to be a homicide Gettin' high while we drive n***as do or die See a 'op, grab the Glock Let these hollows fly (Repeat Hook) [Verse 2: Joey Fatts] My momma always told me n***as not ya' homies But you was my brother sh**, we did everything for each other But I guess you not built for this Gang-bangin', no censorship n***a, you a b**h Got me clippin' with extended clips Cause you backpackin' when you rain yo lips You should of stuck to the f**in' script But you had to tell, yeah Now you on papers and the homie got twelve years Give a f** about hell, yeah We ain't got sh** cause it's already hell here So I'mma do what I gotta do to let n***as know We don't f** with these kinda moves Knock on his door with the four, n***a play it cool Soon as a n***a open up, I'mma body him I promise you I gave n***as my loyalty, and n***as snitched I don't f** with that So I'mma let these shells hit his head Turn Wizards hat back to a Bullets cap Show n***as not to f** with Fatts And snitchin', n***as don't condone And n***a, 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 a** 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 [Hook: Joey Fatts & (?)] Do you wanna ride In the backseat of my Chevy It's 'bout to be a homicide Gettin' high while we drive n***as do or die See a 'op, grab the Glock Let these hollows fly (Repeat Hook)