DJ Revolution, Royce da 5'9", Guilty Simpson - Do Your Thing lyrics
[DJ Revolution, Royce da 5'9", Guilty Simpson - Do Your Thing lyrics]
Yeah, this ain't no overnight
Shit right here homie
Been doin' this shit for years man
Been doin' my motherfuckin' thing
I ain't gonna stop neither gotta
Get it for real
Revolution know what time it is
Watch me do my thing
Yo i'm from the inner city
Where you gotta hustle to eat
And your peers wanna kill you
If you fuck with police
Young boys bustin' the heat
Tuck you to sleep i twist one
Fuck with a freak and fuck with a beat
I came a long way gun play, shoot outs
Tore the whole block out
Moved into a new house
Moms stressed out and my
Broad got an attitude
So I wrote a rap or two
About what's on the avenue
I admit the style was shoot 'em up
But your crew got wild each time I cued it up
And the broads got loose when I spit the game
But I heard around town that
Clowns bit the name
So I added Simpson to make it authentic
A true hip hop sound, laced with raw lyrics
Decades ahead of my time
Battle with rhymes or battle with nines
I can straddle the line
"Doin' my thing" "Hustle hard for cash"
"On the mic" "In the streets"
"Right back to the beats"
C'mon and do your thing i had to do my thing
Do your thing i'mma still do my thing
Do your thing watch me do my thing
You had to do your thing
Yeah, watch me do my thing i know
Do it, do it
Stop and think back, to the time you started
Rhymin' in the lunch room
Tappin' on the table top
Trapper Keeper full of rhymes
Smackin' on a tatter tot
Growin' and knowin' I'm the best, mid-west
Left east coast
Hot as fire from the Tec we tote
We spoke, weed smoke, we came and we flame
We sick, we spit, we shit, but we broke
We cope, we focused on seein' the D blow
We know
Good things come to those that keep hope
Battle after battle with the
Futureless Future niggas
I do to them what two gorillas
Do to food for livin'
It's survivor when the mic alive
People listenin'
And when you battle with looney
Tune keep your distance
Get in my face, get wasted, take six
Like a director on the sixth
Take with a fake script
Get rid of beef like steak tips
Get curled like a weight lift
Or Jheri your curl like a K clip
But no, my guns never shootin' over he say
She say
I'm the product of kept-the-peace way
Whatever we spray, we kill never loose it
We'd rather start a Revolution like the DJ
"Doin' my thing" "Hustle hard for cash"
"On the mic" "In the streets"
"Right back to the beats"
C'mon and do your thing i had to do my thing
Do your thing i'mma still do my thing
Do your thing watch me do my thing
You had to do your thing
Yeah, watch me do my thing i know
Do it, do it
Stop and think back, to the time you started
"Let me do my thang" - Fat Joe '1, 2 Pass It'
Shit right here homie
Been doin' this shit for years man
Been doin' my motherfuckin' thing
I ain't gonna stop neither gotta
Get it for real
Revolution know what time it is
Watch me do my thing
Yo i'm from the inner city
Where you gotta hustle to eat
And your peers wanna kill you
If you fuck with police
Young boys bustin' the heat
Tuck you to sleep i twist one
Fuck with a freak and fuck with a beat
I came a long way gun play, shoot outs
Tore the whole block out
Moved into a new house
Moms stressed out and my
Broad got an attitude
So I wrote a rap or two
About what's on the avenue
I admit the style was shoot 'em up
But your crew got wild each time I cued it up
And the broads got loose when I spit the game
But I heard around town that
Clowns bit the name
So I added Simpson to make it authentic
A true hip hop sound, laced with raw lyrics
Decades ahead of my time
Battle with rhymes or battle with nines
I can straddle the line
"Doin' my thing" "Hustle hard for cash"
"On the mic" "In the streets"
"Right back to the beats"
C'mon and do your thing i had to do my thing
Do your thing i'mma still do my thing
Do your thing watch me do my thing
You had to do your thing
Yeah, watch me do my thing i know
Do it, do it
Stop and think back, to the time you started
Rhymin' in the lunch room
Tappin' on the table top
Trapper Keeper full of rhymes
Smackin' on a tatter tot
Growin' and knowin' I'm the best, mid-west
Left east coast
Hot as fire from the Tec we tote
We spoke, weed smoke, we came and we flame
We sick, we spit, we shit, but we broke
We cope, we focused on seein' the D blow
We know
Good things come to those that keep hope
Battle after battle with the
Futureless Future niggas
I do to them what two gorillas
Do to food for livin'
It's survivor when the mic alive
People listenin'
And when you battle with looney
Tune keep your distance
Get in my face, get wasted, take six
Like a director on the sixth
Take with a fake script
Get rid of beef like steak tips
Get curled like a weight lift
Or Jheri your curl like a K clip
But no, my guns never shootin' over he say
She say
I'm the product of kept-the-peace way
Whatever we spray, we kill never loose it
We'd rather start a Revolution like the DJ
"Doin' my thing" "Hustle hard for cash"
"On the mic" "In the streets"
"Right back to the beats"
C'mon and do your thing i had to do my thing
Do your thing i'mma still do my thing
Do your thing watch me do my thing
You had to do your thing
Yeah, watch me do my thing i know
Do it, do it
Stop and think back, to the time you started
"Let me do my thang" - Fat Joe '1, 2 Pass It'