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Beanie Sigel
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| I Don T Do Much
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Hmm, shit, I dont do much
Yknawmean? Smoke weed, fuck bitches, huh
Get paper cuts from countin money...
I just be chillin, yknawmean?
Menage trois, knawmean? Quadrupla trois...
Yknawmean? Shit I dont do much
All that shit, what you expect man?
[Verse 1]
Yo, I dont do much, you know Mac stay sucker free
So please dont fuck with me
You dont really want war
You dont really want the heat from the four
You dont really wanna eat out a straw
Man you niggas is broke, yall niggas aint got no cash
Man you niggas aint got no stash
Where your wheel and your rims?
Motherfucker look at the heel on your Timbs
Nigga your walk and your talk you niggas is ass
Shit, I dont do much, you know Mac, lay in the cut
In the telly somewhere layin a smut
Champelly, purple hayin it up
Front row A layin it up
Or in the kitchen probly weighin it up
Or in a mission probly sprayin shit up
Niggas playin too much
I try to chill but they be sayin too much
But you know they dont say it to me
They dont play wit me
You shit where you eat, you might as well lay in your pee
Shit, I dont do much
I dont do much
Shit, I dont do much
Yknawmean? Fuck...
Fuck, I dont do much
I be chillin man, I dont know about yall though
Shit I dont do much
[Verse 2]
I roll a L, go in the booth
Spark it up, start blowin the truth
I dont do much, I smoke weed, pop pills, sip water
Fuck it, keep it real, keep steel, give orders
Suckers, give out halves, squrrlies, yall call it quarters
Youngun, take this eightball, cuz you take long
And please, dont make me use this eight long
Cuz you could get all six up in your acorn
And trust me...
Yall dont want that
Yall dont want Mac to snap on you cats
You dont really want no problems
You dont layin under your squatter
You dont want me fire bombin your house
You dont want me duct tapin your mouth
Better yet, pourin lye in your mouth
You dont want me smackin up your kids
You dont want me layin up in your trash
Poppin up, then Im poppin your ass
Cuz you wont do shit
I dont do much
Shit, I dont do much
Yknawmean, I just be chillin I be smokin man
I dont be thinkin about yall niggas man [I dont do much]
Yknawmean, I be chillin
Shit, I dont do much
[Verse 3]
I just chill up in the middle of the block
Watch my younguns make a killin on the block
Tell em watch trucks who be wheelin through the block
Get shot, get shucked with vans chillin on the block
Shit, I dont do much, I just chill and relax alot
I dont hustle, I just tax the block
Shit, I dont do much, I just roll out and play wit tools
That make you faggots obey the rules
Shit, yall dont do much
But drink 40s, look dumb on the block
Damn near 40, still runnin from cops
Yall dont do much
Yall niggas aint stackin no cash
That shit you pack got a crack in yo ass
Yall dont give a fuck, yall gon get cuffed
And Ima laugh when yall get stuck
Shit, I dont do much
Heh, yknawmean, yknawmean?
I dont do much
I dont give a fuck man, smoke weed, get high
Fuck bitches, thats my biz [I dont do much]
Yknawmean?
I dont do much
Yknawmean four pound?
Shit, I dont do much
I dont do much
And I dont give a fuck |
Eingetragen |
09.Oct.2001 15:10:58 |
Letzer Aufruf |
24.Dec.2004 03:12:00 |
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