Slum Village - Things We Do lyrics
[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 'bout me and mine
I squeeze them nines from behind the blinds
I'll leave you flat in the ground
In the pine box i'm not a killer wit' mine
But, I'll get rid of a nigga
To get a piece of mind
If you got the bars, separate me from mine
I must be dope for you to steal my style
Try to take my sound
Yo, run it back, run it back
I must be dope for you to steal my style
Try to take my sound
You don't want those pieces out
Better yet, you'd better kneel in church
Don't want these, heard?
Put a hole through your Dittrich fur
Your little style that you got is so minimal
Is you ready to swing blows with a criminal?
(What)
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
You heard the clique push excursion whips
New Shearling's kicks two words, I'm sick
Run it back, I'm sick every verse I spit
Got a cursive writ i find the words that fit
They come together like hoes on
The curb for dick on a urge to trick
For them services call me sir, or if
You prefer to diss get turban twist
Woah, nervousness
I curtain 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
'Til you lifted in shame
They goin' down quite quick like
A wick when in flame
I'm in the wickedest game
Run it back, wickedest game
Don't get sticked for your chain
It's the Slum to the Villa
Your head's under the pillow
Why? (We're coming to kill ya)
It's like that, bitch
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
The world famous slum Vi-Village
Are y'all ready, baby?
Let me know if y'all ready
All the way from Det detroit
Yeah, yeah you look and stare
I see you shook in prayer
I bust at you (Bang) they cuffin' who?
What you wanna do? One, two, you wanna? (Uh)
For sure you do (For sure you do)
If you ho the crew (You ho the crew)
I don't need a clip to bust your lip
I run your shit with a swift fist
If you gon' talk the shit (Talk the shit)
I'm aiming quick (I'm aiming quick)
You'd better run (You'd better run)
'Cause, I don't miss ('Cause, I don't miss)
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 'bout me and mine
I squeeze them nines from behind the blinds
I'll leave you flat in the ground
In the pine box i'm not a killer wit' mine
But, I'll get rid of a nigga
To get a piece of mind
If you got the bars, separate me from mine
I must be dope for you to steal my style
Try to take my sound
Yo, run it back, run it back
I must be dope for you to steal my style
Try to take my sound
You don't want those pieces out
Better yet, you'd better kneel in church
Don't want these, heard?
Put a hole through your Dittrich fur
Your little style that you got is so minimal
Is you ready to swing blows with a criminal?
(What)
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
You heard the clique push excursion whips
New Shearling's kicks two words, I'm sick
Run it back, I'm sick every verse I spit
Got a cursive writ i find the words that fit
They come together like hoes on
The curb for dick on a urge to trick
For them services call me sir, or if
You prefer to diss get turban twist
Woah, nervousness
I curtain 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
'Til you lifted in shame
They goin' down quite quick like
A wick when in flame
I'm in the wickedest game
Run it back, wickedest game
Don't get sticked for your chain
It's the Slum to the Villa
Your head's under the pillow
Why? (We're coming to kill ya)
It's like that, bitch
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
Things we do to you things we doing, doing
Things we do to you things we doing
The world famous slum Vi-Village
Are y'all ready, baby?
Let me know if y'all ready
All the way from Det detroit
Yeah, yeah you look and stare
I see you shook in prayer
I bust at you (Bang) they cuffin' who?
What you wanna do? One, two, you wanna? (Uh)
For sure you do (For sure you do)
If you ho the crew (You ho the crew)
I don't need a clip to bust your lip
I run your shit with a swift fist
If you gon' talk the shit (Talk the shit)
I'm aiming quick (I'm aiming quick)
You'd better run (You'd better run)
'Cause, I don't miss ('Cause, I don't miss)