Yes We Do

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] (Let's go, fuck wit' me) Weezy Wee nigga, lets go, oh oh oh oh, do it, do it HB's nigga, we run the streets nigga,lets go (Oh, oh) We run the streets nigga (Oh, oh, uh ha oh) Weezy We my nigga (Oh, oh) HB's dawg (Oh, oh, uh ha, oh), let's go (Oh, oh), let's go (Oh,oh) What you know nigga, what you know about the streets Nigga what you know, huh what you know, look, look, listen [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I'm like a dry rubber wit tight pussy, ya can't fuck wit me An if ya try, I'm bustin' get it I'm bustin' You niggas don't amount to nothin' and me, I'm top notch boy Any problems I cock, Glock sparks and knock out hearts You see the ice twink we I talk, ya blink and ya dead I'll let a hollow tip sink in ya head, so think it over 'Fore they find ya ass hangin' over a bridge and shit While I'm out drinkin' wit the squad like I ain't did the shit I really hope ya click come back for revenge and shit I'll make bullets drop on ya block like pidgeon shit A nigga duct tape ya **** don't get me pissed Put hollow tips in clips like chips in dip Bitch nigga here could flip the script, ya not built for dat Ya not soldiers, ya get killed for dat I'll cock and pop one in you cattle, push your filta back An niggas respect the shots, make 'em tilt your hat (What you) [Chorus: Lac & Turk] You don't want no trouble nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do An you don't want no beef nigga , yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do You don't wanna hustle nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do An you don't want no drama nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do [Verse 2: B.G.] My name still B.G., we it's said it rang a bell In rich neighborhoods, middle class hoods, and jails I'm a street nigga, sold ounces of crack cocaine If I spit it, I did it, before I got in this rap game One of my hobbies is beef, do that for pleasure It's nothin' to bust a head, put a few wholes in ya sweater Never get in a situation wit me involvin' guns Never able to sleep always on the run One way or another you gonna come Outta isolation, if it mean killin' ya **** You thinkin' cause I'm rappin' and be on television That I won't soften ya head and come split it Close range is fake, bustin' from a distance The shit I'm talkin' my nigga, I'm still livin' If any nigga want it, can get it wit no problem All these niggas playin' but me, I come to stop it [Chorus: Lac & Turk] You don't want no trouble nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do And you don't want no beef nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do You don't wanna hustle nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do And you don't want no drama nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do [Verse 3: Turk] I don't play nigga Better watch what ya say nigga 'Cause I fuck up ya day nigga Wit' this K nigga I gets very low down Give a fuck about a nigga, hit 'em wit fifty rounds I'm from uptown, young and thuggin' since I was small Grew up around killas, hung wit the big dawgs Nigga we play it raw as it go, were I stay Run ya mouth too much, get found in a hall way Wit a head shot, look that's how niggas get it Keep it on a tuck, nobody know who did it No evidence, no witness, you just assed out Busta ass nigga, you just assed out Fuckin' wit a guerilla ah untamed one at that You leave ya house in ya want I bet ya won't make it back You could believe that, look betta get it right Get it twisted if ya want, I betcha gonna loose ya life nigga [Chorus: Lac & Turk] You don't want no trouble nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do And you don't want no beef nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do You don't wanna hustle nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do And you don't want no drama nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do (Uh ha, yo, yo) [Verse 4: Mack 10] All I know is dope slangin' and gang bangin' Inglewood Cali swangin' and hood hangin' I'm a ghetto nigga, saggin', starched, and creased Wit everythang fa' sale from a ki to a quarter piece Like Baby Birdman, got the game on lock An while them youngstas workin' the block, I'm, cookin' a flock I'm ballin' and if I'm beefin', I layed for 'em But the murders committed recently, I paid for 'em I got a crew of noodle knockers that'll wait in the bushes Wet you up and have you bitches blood runnin' like douches I'm bout murda, murda, dope, dope, leave bitch niggas no hope Don't need a red beam cause we sight 'em wit' the scope Yeah you talk that shit, then grab a gun nigga But if Mack call the shot, it's good as done nigga Cause the base from the .44 be bangin' like a drum An it's cash Money blood, so fuck where you from nigga [Chorus x2: Lac & Turk] You don't want no trouble nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do And you don't want no beef nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do You don't wanna hustle nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do And you don't want no drama nigga, yes we do Come on tell the truth nigga, man yes we do