Swizz Beatz

Swizz Beatz - Let Me See Ya Do Your Thing lyrics

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(feat. Baby, Yung Wun)



[Intro: Baby]

Uh huh (off the top)

Cash Money, Hot Boys (all to me nigga)

You understand . . .

Say Swizz, give it all to me, don't hold it back

I want it, give it all, hit me in the chest wit it nigga



[Verse: Baby]

I got work, bricks, money, pistols

Hoes have bitch-ass niggas runnin' with 'em

Paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks

It's llello cola, heroin and boulders

Stunna Corleone, nigga I told ya this

Mack dimes, doin' time

Uptown riders everybody been dinin'

It's third wall nothin' but these uptown souljas

N-Y G's, the barrel high rolla'

It's Swizz and Stunna, in a Ram stuntin' (wassup)

20 inches, nothin' under (wassup)

It's glocks and bitches we been killin' snitches (oh)

Work? fuck the Feds, nigga we livin' (oww)

Yo ask me twice I ain't neva been nice

Always been a gangsta poppin' willas don't bite



[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ballin'

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ridin'

(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)

Oh no, where's the bitches?

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing - (c'mon) yo! buy the bar

Let me see you do ya thing - gon' floss ya shit

(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)

C'mon, rep ya hood

Let me see you do ya thing



[Verse: Yung Wun]

I got the MJ 220 on the streets of Atlanta

Wit the 360 Modena parked diamond savanna

Life's too short, so a nigga stretch the Porsche and put the big screen in it

It's like a nigga at the movies when he sittin' in it, picture seems so vivid

The windows all tinted, marble flo's in it

I got doe like Bill when the chip was invented

So it's, no thing for me to pull a few strings to

Get a, few things that cost a few G's

You ain't passed it down to me, so it has to be

Way it be, as you see I'm tryin' to find me a place in the hills

Put a blighty in the backyard and move right back to the ville

I'm a always be where it's real (nigga)

And chill where the caps get peeled (what!) and niggas get killed

'Till I die I'm a live 'till I can't no more

Sell crack and bust guns (what's up?) 'till I'm at the morgue



[Chorus]



[Verse: Baby]

I'm real, I'm steel, I'm hard to kill

Been packin' bullets, shoot out at will

Stunna Corleone, sellin' he-roine

Uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown

Casey Brice, ten the price

Kill that nigga I'll shife his life

It's Fresh, Stunna, Weezy, Turk, Swizz, Jada, DMX, let work

Bitch, nigga, I hate them niggas

All I fuck wit is these real ass niggas

It's Ruff-Ryder, Cash Money

D give me the name, I'll bust a hundred

It's Ro-lex, hoe don't flex

I'm worth* 200-mil, bitch what's next?

It's full-surface, Swizz that's next

Nigga act up, we breakin' they neck



[Chorus x2]



[Outro]

Whoa, whoa

Break it out whoodi...
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