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Beanie Sigel - I Don't Do Much lyrics
Hmm, shit, I don't do much Y'knawmean? Smoke weed, fuck bitches, huh Get paper cuts from countin money... I just be chillin, y'knawmean? Menage trois, knawmean? Quadrupla trois... Y'knawmean? Shit I don't do much All that shit, what you expect man? [Verse 1] Yo, I don't do much, you know Mac stay sucker free So please don't fuck with me You don't really want war You don't really want the heat from the four You don't really wanna eat out a straw Man you niggas is broke, y'all 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 don't 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 prob'ly weighin it up Or in a mission prob'ly 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 don't play wit me You shit where you eat, you might as well lay in your pee Shit, I don't do much I don't do much Shit, I don't do much Y'knawmean? Fuck... Fuck, I don't do much I be chillin man, I don't know about y'all though Shit I don't do much [Verse 2] I roll a L, go in the booth Spark it up, start blowin the truth I don't do much, I smoke weed, pop pills, sip water Fuck it, keep it real, keep steel, give orders Suckers, give out halves, squrrlies, y'all call it quarters Youngun, take this eightball, cuz you take long And please, don't make me use this eight long Cuz you could get all six up in your acorn And trust me... Y'all don't want that Y'all don't want Mac to snap on you cats You don't really want no problems You don't layin under your squatter You don't want me fire bombin your house You don't want me duct tapin your mouth Better yet, pourin lye in your mouth You don't want me smackin up your kids You don't want me layin up in your trash Poppin up, then I'm poppin your ass Cuz you won't do shit I don't do much Shit, I don't do much Y'knawmean, I just be chillin I be smokin man I don't be thinkin about y'all niggas man (I don't do much) Y'knawmean, I be chillin Shit, I don't 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 don't do much, I just chill and relax alot I don't hustle, I just tax the block Shit, I don't do much, I just roll out and play wit tools That make you faggots obey the rules Shit, y'all don't do much But drink 40's, look dumb on the block Damn near 40, still runnin from cops Y'all don't do much Y'all niggas aint stackin no cash That shit you pack got a crack in yo' ass Y'all don't give a fuck, y'all gon' get cuffed And I'ma laugh when y'all get stuck Shit, I don't do much Heh, y'knawmean, y'knawmean? I don't do much I don't give a fuck man, smoke weed, get high Fuck bitches, that's my biz (I don't do much) Y'knawmean? I don't do much Y'knawmean four pound? Shit, I don't do much I don't do much And I don't give a fuck |
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