Goodie Mob Just Do It
hook We'll I'm just gonna tell you We ain't bout' that talking homeboy, we'll do it And all that acting you doing, we see through it F..ck hollering and screaming lets get to it, lets get to it (Cee-Lo) Now I say my rap reflect the enemy Passion and positive energy Y'all talk about killing, it don't surprise me Tripping bout' a nigga, don't judge me wisely But I ain't bout' to holler or scream at you You can look in my eyes and tell what I'd do I'm a charge at niggas and you know I'm true But goddammit, f..ck nigga this one for you I know how it go, I done been out there before Heard its goddamn ?time to blow? Stomping niggas down till they don't want no more Trying to get some Polo's straight out the store Some gone, some just can't let it go I might laugh and joke, but I'll let a nigga know I'm the same motherfucker from 84 And I still do it in the aftershow And I don't like to feel like I'm being tried I ain't bullet-proof, plenty nigga done died But I damn sho' ain't finna go and hide I got one on me, and I'm down to ride I ain't trying to say I got all the game I got fame, but a million I can't claim So respect me playa, and I'll do the same But neither one is guaranteed to have the best aim hook (T-Mo) The revolution has begun........... Handle your business playa Devoted to the game, and dope cut-throat ways will get you paid in full Pull a rabbit out the hat trick, magical quick Slick its like a porn flick Umm... Imagine having money so big It makes you look like a pig Get your big behind You remind me of swine with your fat nose Stuck in your pose and ?thread bed? that shawty Lame with your game, put it all on the table Got your label and your fast cars, and your bodyguard looking hard Throwing your cheese, for them rats its snacks I'm like a egg bout' to hatch Tony, horny, I'm macaroni Commercialize suckers looking like busters I'd ride for the kings and queens of my motherfucking team Spark in the night, ummmm we bout to fight Haters, come and say that shit, Dammit these fools gonna have to take us together How the f..ck, ever you want it, get to it SWATS hook (Khujo) The streets making you feel like a real G But we Georgia finest, our Fulton County fleet You still putting thangs up in your mouth Cause you been pacifired, since you was knee-high All your life in school, thats the reason why you couldn't learn nothing Runt, at the tender age of 18, books no longer hold your attention span Short term, but you can sho' enough count that green Something you just can't coach Don't sing it, bring it I usually caught me at least one fool a game You can only phanthom pain, I don't have to But don't let me get on a case of this drank Leak to my heart, elevate to my brain Make you wanna walk that plank You'd better swim motherfucker Cause bullshit don't float You are what you eat See you remind of this goat that I had by the hairs of his chinny-chin-chin Curbing over some yellow rice, you can't do shit Might as well hit the graveyard shift Somewhere at McDonalds or Burger King Grab a taste or spill, over some hairs, nobody cares And we do assholes that grip leather chairs hook (Big Gipp) I used to hang out, smoke out, f..ck out, bang out Run your mouth wrong, got your front tooth took out On the spot bodies with no heads, no legs, no feet Left em' out in the open scoping that ass out for weeks Never speaking, busting, breaking brains Berettas brought the rain back and forth Trigger action, snatch it up, load it up Hit the door, gotta call, yo' he at the mall F..ck it all, hit em' one, two, three times I was scared the first shot, but liked the second and third Left him hollering and screaming, dreaming for another chance to live Had it up yesterday, but today its mine Bust your ass one more time, for the niggas on the grind So go and hide hook