[Blake C]
What you sayin`?
Roc-A-Fella (uh huh)
Gener-al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
QB (that show-nuff right on)
Fuck niggas wanna do, man (nothing)
See, Cease A Leo (huh)
I`m for the kids (right)
Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherfuckers, y`know
It`s how we do it (yeah)
Feel me baby?
Yo, yo, stay away from 38, tech-nines and shotty
I wanna move swift, but don`t blow like John Gotty
I`m something to watch, like the paparazzi
Hard to copy, shock waves can`t stop me
Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me
It`s Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight
Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache
The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe
I take it all, still be the last to escape
Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code
Watch the stroll, little Ace
A soldier that was born to roll
I love God and you know I got soul
To sell around the globe and more Bank than Tower
Dime just rewind-a, it was hard to find her
Found out my niggas got right behind her
(Overlappin last line)
[Mr. Bristal]
Y`all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifth
But I done did that, recognize the clique
Back round six-four times, fellas and shit
Make mils off the stories that we tellin` and shit
`Til I said to myself My life is betta than this
I wanna party, live it up, pop Don and Cris
In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist
Been a professional, now I`m starting to mix
We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
Run up in your crip, tie up your wife and kids
Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid
We live this real street life
And that`s word to B.I.G. (uh)
I`m the type to analyze ya (what)
Move swift like Kaiser (uh)
My appearance suprise ya (yeah)
About 5`4, my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don`t ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I`ma do my thang, I`ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I`ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I`ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I`ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I`ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I`ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I`ma do my thang
For my niggaz, Brooklyn
[Lil` Cease]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
This my war I ride for lick one in the sky for
Get back everything that my nigga die for
Since his death, many steps and many left
Niggas owe money, yo, niggas can`t pay a penny less
Cease got the squeeze, I`ma let these fuckers know
BK style, my niggas Love the Dough
About six hard years, eleven months ago
We was all puffin` `dro, nowhere to go
Now I get dough, get low, let a slug blow
Cops say Got evidence? Let the dog go
Here`s the answer, you fucking with Leo Ganza
Nigga`s coke so raw, you gon need a sampler
Niggas better be as wise as me or die like me
Or go see the board then and frown like me
Got niggas takin` pictures throwin` pies on me
Motherfuckers` All Eyez On Me
Whatever happened to Brook-lawn?
Better yet, Crook-lawn?
Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked on
Picture me making a shook song
No, I know the wars we took on
Niggas better get gone
[Jay Z]
Yeah, flow sicker on every record
Watch Sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy necklace
Watch mine, about to make niggas very jealous
Ice in every letter, untouchable, can`t fuck with duke
Thug spit, arms shake, who I`m gon play
With the CEO of the coke on Broadway, huh?
Never heard so many choices from one man
I make bitches, fuck it, I make the gun jam
Flows like sniffin` a hundred grams o`
Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uh
Make it real easy to lift your chain off
BK style (what), see Jay how (uh)
We don`t play fair, we play foul
Go head, stand there, we spray crowds
Live from the 7-1-8
If there ever was one great
I`m him, nigga, times three
[Chorus to end]
