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mr serv on – what they do lyrics

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[chorus: fiend]

oww i’m just doing what them drug dealers do
makin’ money, smokin’ weed, with my thug n-gg- crew, come on
i’m just doing what them drug dealers do
makin’ money, smokin’ weed, with my thug n-gg- 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-gg-s rushing my show
pushing side to side, cause they feel what i say
if you scared of real n-gg-s, 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-gg- crew, come on
i’m just doing what them drug dealers do
makin’ money, smokin’ weed, with my thug n-gg- crew, ya heard me?
just doing what them drug dealers do
makin’ money, smokin’ weed, with my thug n-gg- crew, come on
i’m just doing what them drug dealers do
makin’ money, smokin’ weed, with my thug n-gg- 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-gg-s 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-gg- crew, come on
i’m just doing what them drug dealers do
makin’ money, smokin’ weed, with my thug n-gg- crew, ya heard me?
just doing what them drug dealers do
makin’ money, smokin’ weed, with my thug n-gg- crew, come on
i’m just doing what them drug dealers do
makin’ money, smokin’ weed, with my thug n-gg- crew, ya heard me?



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