Artist: Fiend Album: The Addiction Song: Do Right, Do Better Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Yo, all my young survivors out there (what's cracking) (got it right here), F.E. (5th Ward of New Orleans) Fiend believe it, if anyone lean like that (this here's the Addiction) [Hook] I know, I ain't living right Mama said, you better get it right I pray, because it could happen any night I got to get it right I'ma do right, I'ma do better I swear I was young, I ain't know no better I'ma do right, I'ma do better I swear I was young, I ain't know no better [Fiend] Young nigga with a raaag, in his pocket Got a rocket he pop it, looking for caine he got it And won't stop it, until he boxed like choclates Sweet for the opposition, the enemies plot for this one Better off dead, he dip off in their money Put dick up in they honeys, and get bricks he ain't no dummy Lil' brother, never known his real mother Deal hover puffers, Benz lover sitting on gruvas And built it on his shoulder, not a chip he a grudge keeper Dealer killing one day, but fucked with the wrong people Coming out of Bunny house, damn near running out Before he got to his whip, good is gunning mouth Somebody always gotta lil' bit more bread And you should worry, if they wanna make sure you're dead Money on your 21 years of living On his death bed, couldn't tell me who did him [Hook] [Fiend] Misunderstood as a youngster, attitude right out of the dumpster You see I weigh a baby, would sunk ya A war is on, but buddy look what my car is on 22's and up, and you given a fuck Mama do more than forgive me, allow me back in your life I can't sleep, from how I react that night This hard living, stress on a black man trying to avoid prison Keep falling I'm missing, thanks for the praying and wishing My brother gone, and I act like it happned a hour ago A hustler hustler's, taught me bout the pounds and the blow Gucci rags on the wheel, of the Caprices 8 Ball jacket, sitting gold on our teeth's Too grown, for my own good I got a baby, she's my baby and her mama too Rent and light due, I ain't gon' tell ya what I might do It go hard, this for my boys going before parole board [Hook]