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Doe Boy - PICK A SIDE (Official Audio) ft. EST Gee, Southside
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doe Boy
Doe Boy
Vocals
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
Southside
Southside
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cotrell Dennard
Cotrell Dennard
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Burt Bacharach
Burt Bacharach
Composer
Carlos Daronde Broady
Carlos Daronde Broady
Composer
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Composer
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Composer
Hal David
Hal David
Composer
Nashiem Sa-Allah Myrick
Nashiem Sa-Allah Myrick
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Rosewood
Rosewood
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Beezy
The big dada, blood, come on
Bein' broke don't make you no killer, easy
Kobe Bryant
You just a bitch, you ain't on none
Oh, really?
[Verse 1]
It ain't no beef unless somebody die
I'll be outside when you decide that you got tired of hidin'
Draco is mine, he instantly got stiff from reckless ride
History of memory, I barely see him rep the 9
Gangster or bitch, you can't decide, ****, make up your mind
Y'all was cliqued up at one point in time, the deaths made y'all divide
He go online and put the police in it every time
You tryna leave a trace for the jakes, the day you step in slime
Everybody sliders, but they know Big Zone a special kind
Put him on your best ones, he gon' stretch somethin' out every time
Straightin' my chess board, I'm the best for it, I pick and slide
The switch not miss, but AR hit, survive, and put you pride
Pussy must be low on lies, he quit after the second time
Dedicate your life, you'll be alright, I've been committed mine
The big dada, black mamba, snake, Kobe Bryant
Don't chill or post with him, get smoked with him, tryna catch a ride
Ridin' with 'em, four nickels, my bro issue, but I made it mine
Found out my Crip partner was flip-floppin', now I drop his sign
Two in the one, cross townin' up, I'm locked on either side
Can't let 'em beat us, we gon' tee up, what's the meet up time?
Who got the drop? I'm buyin'
[Chorus]
Yeah, I know someone who used to hate me as much as you
Next thing that he knew, his soul grew wings out and he flew
If what I heard was true, I got a bullet for you too
'Cause beef is when you park the car, hop out and see it through
And beef, it ain't no speakin', when you see me, ****, shoot
Real beef could never be no peace, it's me or you
And beef'll probably end up bein' the flavor of your soup
I ain't turnin' down no beef, I'ma keep eatin' until I puke (Oh, really?)
[Verse 2]
If I was you, pussy, I'd hate me too
When it's beef, you gotta pick a side, boy, it can't be two
Pick a crew, your decision better be wise when you choose
Like them OG, usin' his hands to up this fifty and spin through (Oh, really?)
****, I can't even count up all them blocks we been through
Told her, "Hurry up with that top, bitch, I got opps to tend to"
Brand new shit, man, all them Glocks and them new chops just came through (Switches)
Brand new switches on 'em, uh (Yeah, switches)
Wishin' I'd go fed, them pussy **** want me dead
Shot his neck, the job ain't finished, ****, you owe me a head (Fool)
I said what I said, I get mad, I see red
Sent a shot, that bitch got blocked, left his message stuck on read (Oh, really?)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I know someone who used to hate me as much as you
Next thing that he knew, his soul grew wings out and he flew
If what I heard was true, I got a bullet for you too
'Cause beef is when you park the car, hop out and see it through
And beef, it ain't no speakin', when you see me, ****, shoot
Real beef could never be no peace, it's me or you
And beef'll probably end up bein' the flavor of your soup
I ain't turnin' down no beef, I'ma keep eatin' until I puke (Until I)
[Outro]
808mafia
Written by: Burt Bacharach, Carlos Daronde Broady, Christopher Wallace, Cotrell Dennard, George Stone III, Hal David, Joshua Luellen, Nashiem Sa-Allah Myrick, Sean Combs
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