Fiend - What They Do lyrics

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