[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

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 [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