CB, Snizzy - Do Road lyrics

So many artists go to jail
And their music just ceases
CB is an artist who's in jail
And he's still blessing us with-
He's a different kind of art-
I keep saying this,  he's a different
Kind of,  uh, Artist

I'm a known
Still beefin' with these neeks like
I don't know better
I'm an opp, I'm a go-getter
Lemme see that punk and I'mma go dead him
I'll get the drop done, no stressin'
Yeah, that's red tape over
Your whole section
DOA, there's no tellin' when
His soul left him
Up this pole on a pussy 'cuz I'm so 7
Known felon
I could never kill my own bredrin
CB, tell 'еm
When I'm ridin', that's straight leathers
2 bеlls in the dottz, now let's go get 'em
(Bu-bush) if you slip, then you made errors
If you snitch
Then that's straight shellings
I mash work then I blaze
Backwood full of paigons
Come through the Woods
You're gettin' burnt, Cremation
(Bo-bow) we stay with the fire like
We're living with Satan
They still got the gang under investigation
My drillers on job, we got a drill occupation

I swear down, that yute's gotta go
Why'd you think I do road
Tryna take away souls? Go-gotta get bread
'cah my niggas gotta smoke
Coo-cooked up the beef before I
Jumped on the beat, Like
(On my life) couple man can't say the same
'Cah you patties started rappin'
Before picked a blade (Dickheads)
What you know about jumpin'
Out with the gauge? (Nuttin')
Back then, they didn't rate
Now shit's changed

Lemme tell you how I'm livin'
Life of a villain
Ki-killer be killed when we
Catch 'em niggas slippin'
Send 'em to the fishes
Pussy end up going missin'
And now you're swimmin' in your early grave
From the 7, where it's not safe
More time, it's on waist
I ain't tryna slip like that don Ace
WoodGaza to the death of me (Gaza)
Lost a couple friends and I
Made a load of enemies
Heard they want me in the cemetery
Yeah, it's full-time when we
Ride on the enemies (Let's go)
Drillers to a fish
Will blow that whistle like a referee
(Bu-bush)
Skull through your top, like J f kennedy
You're doin' all that gas
Keep that same energy
Fuck the opps, 'cah I been riding
How the fuck Dizz ain't dead?
Lord knows that I been trying (Word)
I've had enough, 'cah they keep lying
And I ain't gonna stop riding
So this beef's not dying (Never)

I swear down, that yute's gotta go
Why'd you think I do road
Tryna take away souls? Go-gotta get bread
'cah my niggas gotta smoke
Coo-cooked up the beef before I
Jumped on the beat, Like
(On my life) couple man can't say the same
'Cah you patties started rappin'
Before picked a blade (Dickheads)
What you know about jumpin'
Out with the gauge? (Nuttin')
Back then, they didn't rate
Now shit's changed

I swear down, that yute's gotta go
Why'd you think I do road
Tryna take away souls? Go-gotta get bread
'cah my niggas gotta smoke
Coo-cooked up the beef before I
Jumped on the beat, Like
Couple man can't say the same
'Cah you patties started rappin'
Before picked a blade
What you know about jumpin'
Out with the gauge?
Back then, they didn't rate
Now shit's changed