Baby Don't Do It

Sugar don't do it

No

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Don't let 'em down

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State Property and Roc is the label, I keep the burner by the navel

So don't you think about stoppin' me, that nigga

(Young Hov) He bring businesses to the table

So I ride for 'em, (blast for 'em), hit y'all niggas with the Mag

Y'all think we fallin' off (no, no, no, no, no, no)

Hammers leave you torn apart, dump your body with the trash

Freeway, flow right where he left it

I'm from the hood where they will clap any second (do it)

These niggas up to no good

Roll up on you while you're roll in your woods (no, no, no, no, no, no)

You never stood a chance, hood claims another man

Hammers stay with rubber grip, wrap change in rubber bands

Once broke, now the dough is pathetic

And so is the niggas I ran with, they'll wet you

They will get you, they addicted to chasin niggas with weapons

So baby don't do it, learn from the last eight losers

We had it locked for the last eight summers and I contribute to two of 'em

More like three, got more icy

And more heat to turn your white T, burgundy

So baby don't do it, chea, this is more than just music

I will cock it, shoot it and leave you to lose it

Nigga, sugar don't do it, my nigga Beanie Sigel he'll lose it

He will cock it back and shoot it and leave you

Don't fuck with the people (do it)

Uh, if you think that you built (do it)

I think that you not, I think that I will

(No, no, sugar don't do it), dump lead in your grill

Uh, you still tryin' to be rich, I'm tryin' to be Hoffa's can rhyme

But I'm in a bind, roll with the mobsters (no, do it)

Jay, Dame Dash and Hoffa, movie directors and authors

Connects with the office

Freeway got connects with the bosses

I get a quote from the dealer, you connect with the auction, nigga

I'm still prepared for your squadron, I tear off my target vest

Cover my organs, Calico with the cartridge

In a destructive manner, we blast on bammers

Trash talkin in a Chevy '63 Impala

Downplayin' dumb shit, niggas is real with this

Fuck around and say the wrong words and we killed the bitch (baby don't do it)

Sticks and stones may break a nigga bones

But when I up chrome, I get a motherfucker gone (go home) (do it)

Shoot Patron, chased with Lemon Drops

Smoke purple until I'm too high, cryin, vibin to 'Pac ("All Eyez On Me")

Done wrong, gon' get done wrong (no, no, no, no, no, no)

But how I feel and how I live homeboy, won't fit in one song

Free, I know you feel me daddy, all a nigga know

Was to get money and once you got your money, niggas stole

'Cause who knows where shit goes when this plays out

(No, no, no, no, no, no)

Rap music brought a nigga pay days without a doubt

But, what do you do when it's all said and done?

Ain't nobody checkin' for records and won't nobody come

Life goes on, I don't want to be another Joe

Fifty-five doin' concerts, relyin on his shows (baby don't do it)

So, I stack my green, to match my means, straight Jewish

When niggas spent money, I ain't do it

Just 'cause you lookin' like you ballin' in the eyes of the public

How many really think he got to touch it? (baby, don't do it)

Yo, a fool at forty, a fool forever

Don't be a forty year old fool

Dude get cheddar (cheddar) (sugar don't do it)

Hey, I got to live with my mistakes, so I'm a take 'em

And put 'em into words, that way we all ain't got to make them (do it)

Take them words I put off in this song (do it)

Live your life by it, nigga take your chance

You on your own (no no, sugar don't do it)

But my advice is to anyone who tries

Every time you take your next breath, just be prepared to die

Don't do it