Do Or Die - 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’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

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)

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

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)