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Just Do It

Well, I'm just gonna tell you

We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it

And all that acting you doing, we see through it

Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to itNow I say my rap reflect the enemy

Passion and positive energy

Y'all talk about killing, it don't surprise me

Tripping 'bout a nigga, don't judge me wiselyBut I ain't 'bout to holler or scream at you

You can look in my eyes and tell what I'd do

I'm a charge at niggas and you know I'm true

But goddammit, fuck nigga this one for youI know how it go, I done been out there before

Heard it's goddamn time to blow

Stomping niggas down till they don't want no more

Trying to get some Polo's straight out the storeSome gone, some just can't let it go

I might laugh and joke but I'll let a nigga know

I'm the same motherfucker from 84

And I still do it in the aftershowAnd I don't like to feel like I'm being tried

I ain't bullet-proof, plenty nigga done died

But I damn sho' ain't finna go and hide

I got one on me and I'm down to rideI ain't trying to say I got all the game

I got fame but a million I can't claim

So respect me playa and I'll do the same

But neither one is guaranteed to have the best aimWell, I'm just gonna tell you

We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it

And all that acting you doing, we see through it

Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to itThe revolution has begun

Handle your business playa

Devoted to the game and dope

Cut-throat ways will get you paid in full

Pull a rabbit out the hat trick, magical quickSlick it's like a porn flick

Umm, imagine having money so big

It makes you look like a pig

Get your big behindYou remind me of swine with your fat nose

Stuck in your pose and thread bed that shawty

Lame with your game, put it all on the table

Got your label and your fast cars

And your bodyguard looking hardThrowing your cheese, for them rats its snacks

I'm like a egg bout' to hatch, Tony, horny, I'm macaroni

Commercialize suckers looking like busters

I'd ride for the kings and queens of my motherfucking teamSpark in the night, umm, we 'bout to fight

Haters, come and say that shit

Dammit these fools gonna have to take us together

How the fuck, ever you want it, get to it, SwatsWell, I'm just gonna tell you

We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it

And all that acting you doing, we see through it

Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to itThe streets making you feel like a real G

But we Georgia finest, our Fulton County fleet

You still putting thangs up in your mouth

'Cause you been pacifired, since you was knee-highAll your life in school, that's the reason

Why you couldn't learn nothing?

Runt, at the tender age of 18

Books no longer hold your attention span

Short term but you can sho' enough count that greenSomething you just can't coach

Don't sing it, bring it

I usually caught me at least one fool a game

You can only phanthom pain, I don't have toBut don't let me get on a case of this drank

Leak to my heart, elevate to my brain

Make you wanna walk that plank

You'd better swim motherfucker

'Cause bullshit don't float, you are what you eatSee you remind of this goat

That I had by the hairs of his chinny-chin-chin

Curbing over some yellow rice, you can't do shit

Might as well hit the graveyard shiftSomewhere at McDonalds or Burger King

Grab a taste or spill, over some hairs, nobody cares

And we do assholes that grip leather chairsWell, I'm just gonna tell you

We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it

And all that acting you doing, we see through it

Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to itI used to hang out, smoke out, fuck out, bang out

Run your mouth wrong, got your front tooth took out

On the spot bodies with no heads, no legs, no feet

Left em' out in the open scoping that ass out for weeksNever speaking, busting, breaking brains

Berettas brought the rain back and forth

Trigger action, snatch it up, load it up

Hit the door, gotta call, yo' he at the mallFuck it all, hit 'em one, two, three times

I was scared the first shot

But liked the second and third

Left him hollering and screamingDreaming for another chance to live

Had it up yesterday but today its mine

Bust your ass one more time

For the niggas on the grind, so go and hideWell, I'm just gonna tell you

We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it

And all that acting you doing, we see through it

Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it

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