Doe Fiend Songtext
von G. Dep

I was a fiend, before I became a teen
I pumped a hundred packs instead of runnin′ for ice cream
Money orientated so when the crack was originated
Knew I had fetti to make, so I made it
'Cause I bagged it up with no scale at all
They try to crumb me, and say that I′m too small
Cool, 'cause I don't get upset
I′m from the era where kids cause terror and flash TECs
Back to the slab, pumpin′ on the ave
So then I add all the grams I had
One after the other one, the fiends they lovin' ′em
Play ring-a-levi and then go give your mother one
I get a craving for the cream like nicotine
And I need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm blazin′, hydro and hazin'
Slingin′ 'til the day end, 'cause all I see is pay ends
Slaughter, coke to snort up, for your addiction
Two for five, or cop a nick then
Ligga my adversaries they runnin′ and duckin′
Inspired by Alpo, and other corrupt men


Cash overflowin', gradually growin′
Burn down buildings while we chillin' ′til I'm goin′
'Side, crackhead's the guy
That get paid on how many cracks you buy
The criminal, general, B.G. Dep
Spread the word, ′cause we get
That M-O-N-E-Y
My run won′t die as long as fiends is gettin' high
We back up in Harlem, I gotta bag it
You want a problem, sleep with the maggots
And the mission in the hall of fame, let my borough in
The soul capital, coke, crack, and heroin
Soon as the shift switch, we gettin′ rich
Gimme them bricks and somebody to pitch
And I'll put you in it too, or maybe later
Closed cops, closed shop, it′s hot like the Equator
If niggas wanna act, we at, with gun testin'
And the cash I make, got these bitches undressin′
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I fiend for the cash and cream, call me the dope fiend
After twelve, I close like the Kremlin
Find a good price to ice my emblem
The thrill is intense and it ends with homicide
But that's how it is when you're livin′ on the dark side
By any means necessary, I do what has to be
Done to make pay, now where′s my gun?
I always cut material
And we ain't hearin′ you

If it show that I flow anything you hand to me
I don't know, yo, I guess the scam in me
I grew up where food was wack, they want crack
I want a Rolls Royce, no choice, I pump packs
Now I don′t wanna have to let off, and blow your head off
You're hustlin′ on the wrong block, get off
Mercedes with mirror tints, what I'm out to see
Workers and heads they shout for me
Know I got a pack for them, I can't relax see
I′m movin′ and shakin' for the stacks, it′s a tacky one
Knowin' I can′t vote, somethin' you can′t smoke
Order dope, try to move away but you can't, you owe
More than you cracked up, your bail been jacked up
Tryin' to act tough, get capped and wrapped up
Lawyers whip retainers, guns with one in the chamber
One on one, I′m talkin′ that 'caine, bruh
Now close your eyes and hold your check
When your bell ring, man, you know it′s Dep
Before you go just remember the scene
I fiend for this type of dough, so I'm like a dope fiend