Lyrics Get Rich or Die Trying - Doe Boy

No nigga I don't know, I don't know who shot you
I'm lyin', let me stop you, yeah I know who popped you
Yeah I know who hit you, yeah I know who robbed you
But you already knew that 'cause you know how my mob do
Nowadays nigga snitchin' so much in the streets
I don't even talk to them I feel like they the police
Keep the stick, oh you thought it was sweet
I'll go wheezy, feel like Wheezy, keep the tray next to me
See? When I pull it whip out a hunnid at least
Damn I feel like Thugger always got a gunner with me, see?
Call me 0 wanna meet Johnny D
If you a pussy you get robbed, basically she's gotta eat, see?

All these niggas hatin' on me, they just mad that I'm poppin'
We got glocks, shoppers max, we got too many options
Trust my young boy that gets it like a quarterback ops
We finessed Omar Asad, we ran off with his deposit
Glock 26 stuffed right in my pocket
Went up, let it blast off, I keep my pocket rocket
When I come between my business I suggest you don't mind it
My young nigga shoot your head and all I'm doin' is noddin'

Big beat with a big stick in it, yuh
Natural born finesse I be so slick with it, yuh
Got the whip tinted 'cause your bitch in it, yuh
I ain't never trippin', let the plate hit it, yuh
No nigga I don't know, I don't know 'bout your daughter
Tell the can, ask the question, I don't know 'bout no body
Ridin' in the Maserati, cooked up on the Molly
Like got those Henny's, I forgot, I probably did catch that body, yuh

Do it, drop off in a cool
Pull it, shoo, make his body dance like shoo shoo
Bust that ass, I'ma throw them bags like woo woo
One in hunnid 'til I seen her friend like, "Ooh"
When your gang gang, brought these bitches goin' true
Tip-toe'in' round, there's some rass in my shoe
'Cause I don't fuck with niggas, don't approach me, we not cool
Tap, shot, I done, done a nigga, what's the groove?

Most of these rap niggas pussy, not me
If there's beef, bitch we need blood, watch me
Chomp and knock a pussy nigga down, think he cocky
You no whore, but that pussy nigga be all sloppy
Run up to the rats, I been gettin' to the set
14 years, free yo' Sheena with the mat
Get that gold for a minute, then we still got a smack
We can't wait 'til he get back, top'll give his smack back, yuh

Headshot, make him brains splat splat splat
It be jam, wise up, bitch slap slap slap
This money doin' somethin' to me, had a rack attack
I had power first, oh money came after that, that's a fact
Bitch I been a boss, I ain't no where near like you
Since a kid, bitch I been tellin' niggas what to do
Freed my broksy, I don't change, you can ask my nigga Luke
When we cock it back and shoot, better skip to my loop

Well nigga I don't know, I don't know who shot you
You might go and tell the police if I tell who got you
Why you still ain't done no drill? And you know who robbed you
Bitch we still here in the field, and we ain't need dodge you
Supper supper in my lot, and I brought me an R2
Better watch your back, one of my shooters might slop through
Flyin' on the plug yeah my young'un might watch you
Says you gon' kill me when you see me nigga what the fuck stops you?

Pussy
To peace!