Текст песни Things We Do

Yeah

I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie about me and mine

Yo run it back, run it back

I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie about me and mine

I squeeze them nines, from behind the blinds

I leave flat in ground in the pine box! I'm not a killa wit mine

But I get rid of nigga that get piece of mine

Well if you got the bar separate me from mine

I must be dope for you to steal my style

Tryin' to take my sound yo run it back, run it back

I must be dope for you to steal my style

Tryin' to take my sound you don't want those pieces out

Better yet you better kneel in church

Don't these hurr, put a hole through your detrik fur

Your little style that you got is subminimal

Is you ready to swing, blows wit a criminal

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You heard the click, pushin' scurshin' whips

New sherlings kicks, two words I'm sick

Run it back, I'm sick every verse I spit

That I curse you rib I find the words that fit

They come together like hoes on the curb for dick

On an urge to trick, for them services

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Whoa nervousness

I curse and piss, on any nigga that's lame

Call me sick and insane talkin' chickens for brains

Shift the stick in the range when I click and I bang!

Niggas pick up your frame, till you lifted in shame

They goin' down quite quick like a [Incomprehensible] flame

I'm in the wickedest game

Run it back, Wickedest game don't get stick for ya chain

It's the Slum to the Villa, your head unda the pilla

Why? We're coming kill ya

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Introducing the world famous, Slum Village!

Are ya ready baby? Let me know if ya ready!

All the way from Detroit!

Yeah, yeah you look and stare

I see you shook in prayer

I bust at you, bang they cuffing who?

What you wan do? 1 2, you wanna

For sho ya do, if ya hold a crew

I don't need a clip, to bust ya lip

I run ya shit, wit a swift fist

If you gon talk the shit I'm aiming quick

You better run 'cause I don't miss