My Thing

Lyrics

[Intro] Ha I'm 'bout to set this off up in this piece Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] I'm a student for all my peeps and outline all the viburters My smith brothers up in here, let's get it on, son, yeah, yeah Yo, rappers gettin' rushed, A+ means I strive for perfection I represent my section My strong AL connection No question, I'm blessin' all my peoples with affection (Uh-huh) This forty-three hundred and twenty days for my essence Who's testin' my adolescence? Don't lеt it fool you Wise beyond my years, this is what thе streets do to you Holdin' it down for the shorties smokin' [?] God the chalk the tie and all the thoughts of rah-rah Scoopin' out the lynx buck wild, we ghetto instants (Yeah) Straight from out the clique and already sportin' links Yeah, son, I represent you, and know you got potential (Uh-huh?) And know just what you been through (Yeah), we can't condone this angel [?] (Ha) See, my position is to elevate Take y'all to the next level, and get the ghetto son to celebrate It's all good, shorty wap represent the town Lost and found, time for us to hold it down [Chorus] Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Everybody in the house do they thing [Verse 2] Ayo, I keeps my mic cocked like a guard you gnat Spray a rapper energies, stay with my strong-ass sound So, brother, please, why you even stressin' yourself? Before I squeeze, you better start protectin' yourself You got no ends, see, me and the twins just runnin' it, son You tell your crew, I tell my crew to stay home, we shoot a one-on-one Just me and you in empty stage in the mic And I get all up in that ass like a wedgie that's tight (Aight?) Here I come, bring it all, give me some Little rugrat, brother's schemin' on the last crumb How many people in this house tonight? Yeah, wanna see me driftin', mic beneath the spotlight (Ha) Slavin' in your ear like Craig Mac, nigga I be rippin' mics if I never get no bigger How you figure? Just because you bigger than me (Yeah) I can't rip you why, yo, is you trippin', G? (Aha) I got the flavor, go ask your neighbor East Coast savior, ain't nobody graver I'm not tryna be no big bully But, yo, I pimp smack a young Jack quick when he's actin' silly [Chorus] Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Everybody in the house do they thing Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Everybody in the house do they thing [Verse 3] I gets bird ballistic, my vocab is wicked My crew from 'round the way, they on some certified sick shit Clips and gats, bricks and bats Findin' brothers on they backs by the railroad track (Aha) We roll deeper than bullet wounds Enemies get sent to early tombs in emergency rooms But before we comin' through one time for your mind Lost and found bool and that brother cloud nine Now they want the peace treaty (Yeah), wavin' they white flag, surrender But we gon' hold it down for the winter So look up in the sky, tell me what you see It's a bird, it's a plane or for shorty with the latches Lockin' the mic down, boy, you can't rock it Pick a topic (Yeah), or battle for the loot in your pocket (Uh-huh) Any shorty, I'm the truth when it come to the young youth A hundred-proof intoxicate that ass like gin and juice [Chorus] Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Everybody in the house do they thing Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Yo, you do your thing, I gots to do my thing Everybody in the house do they thing