paroles de chanson Do The Right Thing (Prod by Troublemakka) - Marcellus Juvann

I see the end of the tunnel my visions clear,
20 years and I'm still bringing that fuego dope to your ear,
Who am I, I'm the push to the kick and snuff to your snare,
So keep your heads in the vehicle sending kush in the air
These niggas mad that I'm alive,
I know they rather I was dead a broken honor, break the fall a bullet wound straight through my head,
Write a letter to my folks that always knew I sold dope,
Deep down in they hearts but they ain't know I take it far,
Yeah I take it way deeper, need to,
Go and call a preacher get the reaper cause I'm bout to set it off like queen Latifa,
Send a message to my girl I know she probably tryna reach us
And she probably won't believe this, black beeping and caught the fever
Bout to blow up on these leasers they sleepin, I'm steady creepin with my left eye,
Satan tryna kill me for these features yeah you damn right,
Somebody call the coroner,
It's been there when they settle down in Florida,
Bring it into euphoria,
It's blood drippin from this mud sippin bitch i'm thugniffit
Tongue flippin,
Frequent blunt hittin I got no pickets, no kitten,
Ice bong grippin every song shittin,
While I'm thong grippin fine women leave'em all limpin,
Try to block it out but ain't no use for that shit,
Abusing the clip,
Cock back I'm losin my shit,
I need help,
Why they ain't tell me ain't no rules to this shit
Never get use to this shit,
I'm gettin ruthless as shit
Now a note to everybody listening this came as a shot
Cause I keep my composure, keep my emotions on lock,
Now don't go playing all my songs just cause a nigga got shot
Like I had to kick the pale to get some sales,
Why these voices in my head screaming "drink, muthafucka drink!"
Another voice saying to me "Think, muthafucka think!"
I mean ya'll never did shit for sale,
Oh well,
Guerrillas, I'll see ya'll niggas in hell

They tell me do the right thing,
But how I'm supposed to do that when I want these nice things,
A couple gold rings and a fat gold chain,
This life that I'm living bout to make me go insane,
End it like Cobain
They tell me do the right thing,
But how I'm supposed to do that when I want these nice things,
A couple gold rings and a fat gold chain,
This life that I'm living bout to make me go insane,
End it like Cobain

Fuckin tired of this shit
Fuck this shit