SWIZZ BEATZ lyrics : "Let Me See Ya Do Your Thing"
[Intro: Baby]
Uh huh (off the top)
Cash Money, Hot Boys (all to me ^!$$%)
You understand . . .
Say Swizz, give it all to me, don't hold it back
I want it, give it all, hit me in the chest wit it ^!$$%
[Verse: Baby]
I got work, bricks, money, pistols
Hoes have (*##$-ass ^!$$%s runnin' with 'em
Paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks
It's llello cola, !@(% and boulders
Stunna Corleone, ^!$$% I told ya this
Mack dimes, doin' time
Uptown riders everybody been dinin'
It's third wall nothin' but these uptown souljas
N-Y G's, the barrel high rolla'
It's Swizz and Stunna, in a Ram stuntin' (wassup)
20 inches, nothin' under (wassup)
It's glocks and (*##$es we been killin' snitches (oh)
Work? $#&@ the Feds, ^!$$% we livin' (oww)
Yo ask me twice I ain't neva been nice
Always been a gangsta poppin' willas don't bite
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ballin'
Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ridin'
(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)
Oh no, where's the (*##$es?
Let me see you do ya thing - yo, where's my ^!$$%s?
Let me see you do ya thing - (c'mon) yo! buy the bar
Let me see you do ya thing - gon' floss ya %#@!
(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)
C'mon, rep ya hood
Let me see you do ya thing
[Verse: Yung Wun]
I got the MJ 220 on the streets of Atlanta
Wit the 360 Modena parked diamond savanna
Life's too short, so a ^!$$% stretch the Porsche and put the big screen in it
It's like a ^!$$% at the movies when he sittin' in it, picture seems so vivid
The windows all tinted, marble flo's in it
I got doe like Bill when the chip was invented
So it's, no thing for me to pull a few strings to
Get a, few things that cost a few G's
You ain't passed it down to me, so it has to be
Way it be, as you see I'm tryin' to find me a place in the hills
Put a blighty in the backyard and move right back to the ville
I'm a always be where it's real (^!$$%)
And chill where the caps get peeled (what!) and ^!$$%s get killed
'Till I die I'm a live 'till I can't no more
Sell crack and bust guns (what's up?) 'till I'm at the morgue
[Chorus]
[Verse: Baby]
I'm real, I'm steel, I'm hard to kill
Been packin' bullets, shoot out at will
Stunna Corleone, sellin' he-roine
Uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown
Casey Brice, ten the price
Kill that ^!$$% I'll shife his life
It's Fresh, Stunna, Weezy, Turk, Swizz, Jada, DMX, let work
(*##$, ^!$$%, I hate them ^!$$%s
All I $#&@ wit is these real $$# ^!$$%s
It's Ruff-Ryder, Cash Money
D give me the name, I'll bust a hundred
It's Ro-lex, hoe don't flex
I'm worth* 200-mil, (*##$ what's next?
It's full-surface, Swizz that's next
^!$$% act up, we breakin' they neck
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]
Whoa, whoa
Break it out whoodi...
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