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Do For Self

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Sep. 1, 19981 viewer

Do For Self Lyrics

[Intro: Spliff Starr & Baby Sham]
Hey Yo! Yo Sham! Yo SHAM!!!
Yo,yo,yo!
Come here nigga, what's up, man?
Whats the deal, son?
How you doing man?
Chilling man
What you fucking with that cat over there for?
Those are my niggas, son
Nah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo
What you saying, god?
I know that nigga
What? I gotta hold it down for my homes, son

Lemme talk to ya for a second,man, come here man, come here

[Verse 1: Spliff Starr & Baby Sham]
I been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy
If I did it homes, it was the end of me
Back in the days, I'ma say like around your age
What makes you figure that? Yo, I used to move the same way
Carrying guns, selling nickle chums to bums
Run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome
Nigga, fuck that, you see I'm living on my own
My life is based on same place in the same zone
Thugs call me the Don but never feel my calm
At the same time you know it's hard for me to stay on

Yeah I'm feeling ya but at I gotta keep it real with ya
Only when you got dough, niggas wanna be with ya
They feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts
Best friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out
But it's all good because they show me love in the hood
I got this shit locked, don't worry 'bout it, let me call shots

[Chorus: Baby Sham]
Aiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself
'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for myself, make moves for myself
'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I walk by myself, I die by myself
'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for myself, make moves for myself
'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self

[Verse 2: Spliff Starr & Baby Sham]
You see them cats that you run with, they always in some dumb shit
I'm telling you right now, them cats shouldn't fuck with
Now who the fuck is you to tell me what to do?
Tryna start some real shit, tryna make me flip on my crew

Go ahead and play hard-ass, live your life fast
Tryna warn you, seems like the street got you gassed
I got a problem right now and I can't maintain
I got some big time cat tryna split my fame
Yo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name
With some caked up voice, yo I made my choice
Tim and his boys foul plans was to leave me moist
So I stood up, praying to God that this ain't my last luck
Yo they got me touched, call the blue cross, cops ran up
"FREEZE!!!" Said, "Please don't move too much"
I think my man sat me up on the fact shining too much

Left you wet up, same motherfuckers used to friend up
Got you hospitalized, look how you end up
Hooked up to a respirator, body all bent up
Your moms called me at my home crying on the phone
Why the fuck you didn't listen? Wouldn't be in this position
You still breathing, a chance to change the way you living
No more claiming the streets, I got a daughter to raise
If I would've listened to you, I would have never got blazed
Now I'm fucked up, laying in this bed cramped up
Needles in my arm, thinking how these cats play tough
Real thoughts in my head, oh how I showed 'em love
Fuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit real calm
Plans to move up outta there and grab my fam, we be gone

[Chorus: Baby Sham]
Aiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself
'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for myself, make moves for myself
'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I walk by myself, I die by myself
'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for myself, make moves for myself
'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self

[Outro: Spliff Starr & Baby Sham]
Yo, Sham? Yo
Wake up nigga, how you doing man?
Fucked up right now
Son, didn't you see, I saw you earlier in the day
Kicked it to ya man
The streets ain't no motherfucking joke, nigga
Yo son, see what they did to my fuckin leg, son?
I'm tired of that bullshit, I'm sorry
Can't even lift my shit no more
Got holes up in this shit, you holy now?
You believe in the lord now, don't ya, motherfucker? Yeah
When you get outta this bitch you better know how to walk the path motherfucker
You grabbin me to get up outta here?
There's lot of things in this world that you can do
You're too young for this bullshit, you hear me?
I know definitely
When you get better nigga, you come out, make your mama proud
Make yourself proud, you keep ya head up, nigga
Definitely
You understand?
I understand
What the fuck, nigga
At the end of the day you's a man, act like one
Definitely

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Soundtrack Studios (New York City)
Release Date
September 1, 1998
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