[Blake C] What you sayin'? Roc-A-Fella (uh huh) Gener-al (uh huh) B.I.G. (right on) QB (that show-nuff right on) Fuck niggas wanna do, man (nothing) See, Cease A Leo (huh) I'm for the kids (right) Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherfuckers, y'know It's how we do it (yeah) Feel me baby? Yo, yo, stay away from 38, tech-nines and shotty I wanna move swift, but don't blow like John Gotty I'm something to watch, like the paparazzi Hard to copy, shock waves can't stop me Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe I take it all, still be the last to escape Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code Watch the stroll, little Ace A soldier that was born to roll I love God and you know I got soul To sell around the globe and more Bank than Tower Dime just rewind-a, it was hard to find her Found out my niggas got right behind her (Overlappin last line) [Mr. Bristal] Y'all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifth But I done did that, recognize the clique Back round six-four times, fellas and shit Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit 'Til I said to myself "My life is betta than this" I wanna party, live it up, pop Don and Cris In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist Been a professional, now I'm starting to mix We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live Run up in your crip, tie up your wife and kids Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid We live this real street life And that's word to B.I.G. (uh) I'm the type to analyze ya (what) Move swift like Kaiser (uh) My appearance suprise ya (yeah) About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh) Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo) [Chorus] I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang For my niggaz, Brooklyn [Lil' Cease] Yo, yo, yo, yo This my war I ride for lick one in the sky for Get back everything that my nigga die for Since his death, many steps and many left Niggas owe money, yo, niggas can't pay a penny less Cease got the squeeze, I'ma let these fuckers know BK style, my niggas Love the Dough About six hard years, eleven months ago We was all puffin' 'dro, nowhere to go Now I get dough, get low, let a slug blow Cops say "Got evidence?" Let the dog go Here's the answer, you fucking with Leo Ganza Nigga's coke so raw, you gon need a sampler Niggas better be as wise as me or die like me Or go see the board then and frown like me Got niggas takin' pictures throwin' pies on me Motherfuckers' All Eyez On Me Whatever happened to Brook-lawn? Better yet, Crook-lawn? Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked on Picture me making a shook song No, I know the wars we took on Niggas better get gone [Jay Z] Yeah, flow sicker on every record Watch Sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy necklace Watch mine, about to make niggas very jealous Ice in every letter, untouchable, can't fuck with duke Thug spit, arms shake, who I'm gon play With the CEO of the coke on Broadway, huh? Never heard so many choices from one man I make bitches, fuck it, I make the gun jam Flows like sniffin' a hundred grams o' Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uh Make it real easy to lift your chain off BK style (what), see Jay how (uh) We don't play fair, we play foul Go head, stand there, we spray crowds Live from the 7-1-8 If there ever was one great I'm him, nigga, times three [Chorus to end]