Mr. Serv On

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 nigga crew, come on

I'm just doing what them drug dealers do 

Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me?



[Mr. Serv-On]

I got pimps lined up sayin' they lovin' my game 

I got bitches 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 niggas rushing my show

Pushing side to side, cause they feel what I say 

If you scared of real niggas, get the fuck out the way

Never loving no bitch, 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 shit, and bitch you gon' die

Never fucking 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 nigga crew, come on

I'm just doing what them drug dealers do 

Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me?

Just doing what them drug dealers do 

Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, come on

I'm just doing what them drug dealers do 

Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me?



[DJ Paul]

Until I go I'm hollerin', don't fuck with my click 

It's Hypnotize, but I fucks with No Limit, bitch

These words are out my mouth, are from my heart they come 

I cuts bitches with my Auto T '91

I cock back the gat, niggas like on the run 

It's no release on the trigger, 'til job is done 

Off in my crew, lil' bitch, 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 fucking junkie, with his nose all ruiny

Get the fuck 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 nigga crew, come on

I'm just doing what them drug dealers do 

Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me?

Just doing what them drug dealers do 

Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, come on

I'm just doing what them drug dealers do 

Makin' money, smokin' weed, with my thug nigga crew, ya heard me?
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