Lyrics:
do it
Like I do it
Like I do it
Like I do it
Like I do it
Like I do it
Like I do it, do it
When we do it, I bet you he don't make you do like
"False allegations about whats going on
First of all... In the Hallway, we were playing... We were playing
He said, no... I said I bet you can't pull
can't stop us (stamp that)
Know we keep niggas mad (fuck 'em)
Tell 'em fuck niggas come do somethin' 'bout it (pussy)
Come my way, watch how quick I
your stuff
The brother got the tough
Type of things that go down
Niggas from Motown niggas from VA
Yo Flex the DJ niggas from the A
You know what we say
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
like me
(Nobody), nobody's gonna do you like me
(Nobody), nobody
'Cause you know that I'm down to ride
I'm gonna be by your side
Ain't none of that
Here we go again
Real smooth, yeah
Here we go again
They said a country boy
Came through and then changed the game
If you what you got ain't
on you (say what?)
Now I can't wait to get you home
Get you all alone in my bedroom
Baby can we bone, and get it on?
Tell me, lady, how you like me
My fecal with the sewer rats
Shaka shaka zulu, huh
New year 30 new you's
What we should do
Is move the fuck on
Walk through the valley yes I walk
Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno
We know Tarantino a killer
But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck
scatter, it'll make ya throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I got them choppas you understand
Fuckin' around with us we burn ya block up you understand
Fuck what cha' heard got them
All you do is cry, bitch, keep it real
Life is more than imitating niggas and eating pills (ha)
And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals
That
Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling
Feelin' like John Gotti, can't nobody fuck with us (turn up, turn up)
Uh, We them niggas (we them
know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling
Feelin' like John Gotti, can't nobody fuck with us (turn up, turn up)
UH, We them niggas (we them niggas)
We
him an alley-oop, slatty, no charge
Test me if you want, I walk what I talk
Got a street sweeper to clean up the block
If we can't find you, your
the best of the best
When it's all said and done it's your time to invest
You just got to do it for yourself
[Chorus: Lloyd]
[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yo
On a level you cannot reach soon
Bet I make it do what it do
Bet I make it shake how it shake
Bet I take this shit past the moon
On a level you cannot reach
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
the cash but we ain't makin' none
All they got is bullshit but we ain't takin' none
They said the panties dropped
Do 'em nigga what's poppin'?
Is it
motherfucker what you wanna do
The trife life for living famous
Bustin' shots live it's dangerous
In midnight we do it right in broad light
The trife life
shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend
risk took those hits
Please
I don't wanna do this with you
Bet on myself I can't lose
Bet on myself I can't lose
Dice Game Champ
Bet on myself
Before I
You can hate us, but can't play us
Be left cold, full of holes, thats the why
Don't make us send shots, sent what not
Come at ya, leave fake foes in
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