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Slum Village - Things We Do lyrics
Yeah... I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie about me and mine Yo run it back, run it back I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie about me and mine I squeeze them nines, from behind the blinds I leave flat in ground in the pine- box! I'm not a killa wit mine But I get rid of nigga that get piece of mine Well if you got the bar separate me from mine I must be dope for you to steal my style Tryin to take my sound Yo run it back, run it back I must be dope for you to steal my style Tryin to take my sound You don't want those pieces out Better yet you better kneel in church Dont these hurr, put a hole through your detrik fur Your little style that you got is subminimal Is you ready to swing, blows wit a griminal [Chorus]2X Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing You heard the click, pushin scurshin whips New sherlings kicks, two words I'm sick Run it back, I'm sick Every verse I spit (?) I find the words that fit They come together like hoes on the curb for dick On an urge to trick, for them services Call me sir or if... You prefer to diss get turned and twist (Whoa)Nervousness I curse and piss, on any nigga that's lame Call me sick and insane Talkin chickens for brains Shift the stick in the range When I click and I BANG! Niggas pick up your frame, till you lifted in shame They goin down quite quick like a (?) flame I'm in the wickedest game Run it back, Wickedest game Don't get stick for ya chain It's the Slum to the Villa, your head unda the pilla Why? (We're coming kill ya) [Chorus]2X *Introducing the world famous, Slum Village! Are ya Ready baby? Let me know if ya ready! All the way from De-(Dj scratches) Detroit! Yeah Yeah you look and stare I see you shook in prayer I bust at you, (bang) they cuffin who? What you wan do? 1 2, you wanna (girl moans) For sho ya do, if ya hold a crew I don't need a clip, to bust ya lip I run ya shit, wit a swift fist If you gon talk the shit (talk the shit) I'm aiming quick (aiming quick) You better run (better run) Cause I don't miss (cause I don't miss) |
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