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