You Do, I Do

Yo, this ain't nothin' but rock shit I don't think y'all niggaz can't keep up with this Fuck all you motherfuckers, fuck you I don't think they can get with it There's too much shit goin' on Yo yo yo yo yo I was chillin' up, whom? Dog Deluxe Rockin', diamond and G with the rooftop cut I'ma grown man, don't got no time for games an' stuff I got balls that'll beat ya ollets 21 rough Look at my face, Doc's the name, don't forget it I makes ya make ya scream, "Bow" Like my name's Willie, I get sick with it Re-dig with it, I had a nine inch slug up Before yo' stink bitch bit it I betta clippin' crap that y'all cats is black A prays if the eight jacks so send neck through facts, reservoir Ja Ja go ball when I was four Explore whores, when Rock came to the door You never seen before, life to your hood My steady shows leave niggaz vexed like Rosewood When I drop the filth weather, bigga built Our dog fucked the shit outta bitch, of Tiger Mill You drinkin', I'm drinkin' You smokin', I'm smokin' You freakin', I'm freakin' You fuckin', we fuckin' You fucked up, we fucked up We make it, we take it You hate me, I hate you You talk shit, I talk shit In a flash I be the E, cat an' mouse and cash Not many ballin' niggaz out there, can touch my stash Or touch the S-class, thefive double O sittin' on Pirelli's, chrome The big two O, catch the pitcher, my whole rap steez is deep For all ya fake dues, I'm the only show that peeps Last week I was uptown, playin' the streets Step upon 1-5-fifth and get [Incomprehensible] That's when I do, when I roll dolo, I call her bitch There was a time if I ain't doin' that, I ain't doin' shit I might go to the studio and make a hit I call my baby's moms, an hear her talk shit I scoop, I ain't get my kids, niggaz please We hit Toys are Russ and then Micky D's And go to a movie, the end today, and talk to 'em And take 'em back around away, and that's real You drinkin', I'm drinkin' You smokin', I'm smokin' You freakin', I'm freakin' You fuckin', we fuckin' You fucked up, we fucked up We make it, we take it You hate me, I hate you You talk shit, I talk shit Well it's the sly Gemini, me and Potatoe cuttin' drops Have the guy, well known but still just gettin' by And I verify mathematics don't lie, nigga Put in some work, and get a piece of the pie It be the niggaz that don't immediate pertain to the situation That we tryin' to come up off the chips, and niggaz makin' And always worried if I'ma diss you, you insecure bitch To the government, stay out my shit Niggaz was glad when I came with the keys to the chains To the cell block to the stage, now it's time to rock I return like I never left, D E F, got the whole world gaspin' for breath We got these hoes spread it out like mustard, I ask Flava and Chop They said, "Yo, don't trust it", no, no no no