Do You

Lyrics

[Intro: J-Hill & Salam Wreck] This thing on? Yo, yo, hm That's gangsta (For real, yo) Do you, do you, word Okay look [Verse 1: J-Hill] If that ain't rich, [?] drop [?] hits Dope like her'on, yayo shit Detroit got more hustles illegal Shined up mamis on [Dubs and Rico?] And boo I ain't trying to part those thighs 'Cause chicks be trying to marry J like Blige I hang on the block with them gangster guys Ducking police and them two to fives Got a couple hot dice, we can shoot the five Get a little weed money, hit the Coney high It's all cool if you roll with the homies right? I know you got some tricks you can show me right, like uh, do you We can hit the bar, weed rolled up, big cigar Need scales like Richter y'all Sniff crack then spit thе raw Flow felony, hit the law You don't know thesе streets I represent Curtis Ave. [?] street My 6 Mile homies they down with me Yo my nigga Big Proof, who down with me [Chorus: Tonyatta Martinez & Proof] Do you Do you For all my niggas and my bitches For them thugs in the trenches (Do you, do you) For niggas locked doing distance (Do you, do you) Do you, do you Do you For all my niggas and my bitches For my thugs in the trenches Do you Locked down doing distance (Do you, do you) Do you (Alright, alright) [Verse 2: Proof] The one reason why rap won't die And niggas like Ja Rule won't multiply (Shit) It's not a diss but my policy And the line before this line was no apology (Bitches) Rap ain't about the platinum and ice Whoever disagree with me I'm smacking 'em twice Asking polite nigga, lay down, don't make me stretch you Heads don't feel you, they only nod 'cause they respect you For what you was and you'll never be again I'll never be your friend, fuck your cheddar and your Benz Fuck your bread and all your ends, I'm deading all your kins I'm bad for you player, I'll put lead all in your skin Stating the facts, blatant at that Impatient and scraps, while small chats be relating to gats Slugs escaping the MAC-10, breaking your back Leave your headpiece bleeding, vacant and cracked Brung the streets, feel my lungs with weed Freshen any production like Big Pun on E For my son to breathe, pack a gun to squeeze Knock your teeth out your mouth and there your gums will bleed I'm a bad man walking, you're a dead man talking Snake with a grin that love to shed his skin often But when the Glock is exposed and shot at your clothes I'll make the back of your stomach touch the top of your toes, do you, do you, do you, do you [Chorus: Tonyatta Martinez & Proof] Do you Do you For all my niggas and my bitches To thugs in the trenches (Do you, do you) Locked down doing distance (Do you, do you) Do you, do you Do you For all my niggas and my bitches And the thugs in the trenches Do you Locked down doing distance (Do you, do you) Do you (Alright, alright) [Outro: Proof] Yeah, it's that underground shit Houseshoes on the track, Cyzer on the boards J-Hill nigga, Big Proof, cousins baby Obie Trice, I.F. Records Underground shit Detroit city, you heard me, c'mon Everybody hop with me, Belle Isle hop with me Belle Isle hop y'all, Detroit Oh, it's the Big Proof, oh Do the Belle Isle hop Essman on the... [?] Cyzer, Big Mike c'mon Dre Dukes, Runyon Ave. oh Eastside niggas, Westside niggas c'mon, hah hah Let's go, let's go Check me out, come on I'm out of here