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BROOKLYN ZU : Do It For lyrics

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BROOKLYN ZU lyrics : "Do It For"

[sample: Ol' Dirty [email protected]&!]
All my babies get big, all my babies get big
I'm a come and see ya'll, don't worry about it

I'm a come and see ya'll, Uncle Dirty gon' come see ya'll when he get down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

[Intro: Buddha Monk]
I don't know what y'all doin' this for
But we doin' this for our ^!$$% Dirt Dog

It's the Brooklyn Zu and we gotta be thankful for this
And we doin' this for all our people out there
So all my people out there that's ready to get down with us

I just want y'all to do one thing... smell me

[12 O'Clock:]

I do it for them chicks who caught a baby from a rape
And $#&@ed that ^!$$% raw and caught their period late
She-she's on welfare, get a hundred and sixty eight

Her bills one seventy, seed need a birthday cake
The lazy-ass chick who don't clean, cook or bake
And plays the couch, Jim Jones, Rick Lake

"Hello" when I enter the door, pull my pants to the floor
Want me $#&@ the #[email protected] 'til it's sore
I do it for the rich, middle-class and the poor

The projects, the suburbs, the liquor store
I'm the rap law in here, do it for the sneaks and the gear that I wear
The sound of a tec when it's blastin' in the air

I do it for the piss in the project stairs, for a breath of fresh air
I do it for that beat that's bangin' in my ear
My Brooklyn Zu ^!$$%z is here

[Chorus x2: Preacherman]
Livin' in this world is crazy

And it been so hard but we made it
Everything the Zu been through
Thank all the fans you know how we do

First of all, who said it gotta be that way?

I don't wanna be the last one to pray today
I don't wanna go to sleep, knowin' %#@! ain't right
I don't wanna hear my mom fight my dad tonight

All I wanna do is go to school and get good marks
Graduate, get a job, get that hurt out of heart
For the children that thought, all they had was pain

I do it for the umbrella to stop that rain
They say we do it to breed killas and gangbangers
We don't do it like y'all do it, we do it for coat hangers

And butter for that bread, that's ten days old
Water and electricity to heat that cold
For our grandparents who struggled for the right to speak

We do it for them, through this mic we eat
And we do it to this beat like makin' love so sweet
We did ten shows at ten grand, that's a hundred K this week

[Chorus x2]

[Popa Chief:]
Aiyo the Devil could never make me do it, somebody had to do it
I felt obligated to Z-U it

Not because I wanted to, cause I had to
Nobody does it better, Brooklyn Zu forever
We stay chasin' chicks and cheddar

Through the rough and stormy weather we gon' make it together
Blaze a forest, pour out a whole keg of beer
For the warriors that we lost that are no longer here

For the big bucks, the big trucks, the groupies that blow and suck
For all my ^!$$%z with the big thangz tucked
For the baby mamas and them seeds, the pink slips and them D's

For all our fans who right here to overseas
When we do it, it gets done right
Murderin' mics, the gunfights, hustlin' mornin' to midnight

Back to daylight, from the street bikes to the chrome bikes
Popa Chief do it just because it feels right

[Chorus x2]

[Outro: Preacherman & extra harmonizing]
Keep movin'... yeah, keep movin'...

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