Beanie Sigel

Beanie Sigel - I Don't Do Much lyrics

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 Hmm, shit, I don't do much

Y'knawmean? Smoke weed, fuck bitches, huh

Get paper cuts from countin money...

I just be chillin, y'knawmean?

Menage trois, knawmean? Quadrupla trois...

Y'knawmean? Shit I don't do much

All that shit, what you expect man?



[Verse 1]

Yo, I don't do much, you know Mac stay sucker free

So please don't fuck with me

You don't really want war

You don't really want the heat from the four

You don't really wanna eat out a straw

Man you niggas is broke, y'all niggas aint got no cash

Man you niggas aint got no stash

Where your wheel and your rims?

Motherfucker look at the heel on your Timbs

Nigga your walk and your talk you niggas is ass

Shit, I don't do much, you know Mac, lay in the cut

In the 'telly somewhere layin a smut

Champelly, purple hayin it up

Front row A layin it up

Or in the kitchen prob'ly weighin it up

Or in a mission prob'ly sprayin shit up

Niggas playin too much

I try to chill but they be sayin too much

But you know they dont say it to me

They don't play wit me

You shit where you eat, you might as well lay in your pee



Shit, I don't do much

I don't do much

Shit, I don't do much

Y'knawmean? Fuck...

Fuck, I don't do much

I be chillin man, I don't know about y'all though

Shit I don't do much



[Verse 2]

I roll a L, go in the booth

Spark it up, start blowin the truth

I don't do much, I smoke weed, pop pills, sip water

Fuck it, keep it real, keep steel, give orders

Suckers, give out halves, squrrlies, y'all call it quarters

Youngun, take this eightball, cuz you take long

And please, don't make me use this eight long

Cuz you could get all six up in your acorn

And trust me...

Y'all don't want that

Y'all don't want Mac to snap on you cats

You don't really want no problems

You don't layin under your squatter

You don't want me fire bombin your house

You don't want me duct tapin your mouth

Better yet, pourin lye in your mouth

You don't want me smackin up your kids

You don't want me layin up in your trash

Poppin up, then I'm poppin your ass

Cuz you won't do shit



I don't do much

Shit, I don't do much

Y'knawmean, I just be chillin I be smokin man

I don't be thinkin about y'all niggas man (I don't do much)

Y'knawmean, I be chillin

Shit, I don't do much



[Verse 3]

I just chill up in the middle of the block

Watch my younguns make a killin on the block

Tell 'em watch trucks who be wheelin through the block

Get shot, get shucked with vans chillin on the block

Shit, I don't do much, I just chill and relax alot

I don't hustle, I just tax the block

Shit, I don't do much, I just roll out and play wit tools

That make you faggots obey the rules

Shit, y'all don't do much

But drink 40's, look dumb on the block

Damn near 40, still runnin from cops

Y'all don't do much

Y'all niggas aint stackin no cash

That shit you pack got a crack in yo' ass

Y'all don't give a fuck, y'all gon' get cuffed

And I'ma laugh when y'all get stuck

Shit, I don't do much



Heh, y'knawmean, y'knawmean?

I don't do much

I don't give a fuck man, smoke weed, get high

Fuck bitches, that's my biz (I don't do much)

Y'knawmean?

I don't do much

Y'knawmean four pound?

Shit, I don't do much

I don't do much

And I don't give a fuck





[Thanks to  outkastlayzie@aol.com  for these lyrics]

                      
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