[Masta Killa in Whispery Voice:] 

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding 

Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing 

This is how I do my Thing 



[Verse 1:] 

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding 

Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing 

Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling 



Dare a motherfucker to swing 

Lose arm, I'm calm stayin' heavily armed 

Well protected, Heart rip cage chest is slowly plexus 

Rugged Profile peep honey child checkin' my style 

Quick Wallets are fuck, slick wit it talk, East New York 

Get a guns buck, back them down 

You know the sound, when they see auto spit fully 

Baron Bully, Timberland Boot, Black Hoody, Fitted Black Skully 

You still on that bullshit, I can't get it out of me 

Why should I switch the Prescription ? 

The Whole World vibin' to what I'm Prescibin' 

Keep the Jam livin' 



[Masta Killa in Whispery Voice:] 

Ding, ding, ding, ding 

Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing 



[Hook: Masta Killa] 

Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing 

Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling 

Dare a motherfucker to swing 

You know his Thing 

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding 



[Verse 2:] 

Uh, we ain't goin' home 'til the last blood's gone 

Head strong enough to break Bone 

Peace to the God y'all boned 

Tell Universe to love and scent 

Missed seein' him on the Ave. a little longer and bent 

Yea it's another day in the Hood 

I got my Money from the Block 

Now I'm gon' cop somethin' fly 

To rock for the rest of the Week 

Prefer heart, not the drop slippin' of to the beat 

Not the sweet smellin' sex in my Passenger seat 

Pretty feet on my Dashboard sippin' her drink 

Pretty Brown Eyes, Pretty Brown Thighs 

All Wise Intelligent Eyes 

See you spread Butterfly, Pretty ass high 

Slang Supreme Marble, I beat the Terrible Reign 

Dirty South, Carolina Game, cockin' again 

Hear the Guns bust, can be spittin' like this 

High risk for MC's vocal anesthetic for your head Rush 



[Hook: Masta Killa] 

Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing 

Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling 

Dare a motherfucker to swing 

You know his Thing 

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding 



[Verse 3:] 

Now you see how the Crowd response when I get on 

You'll neva last in this Square when I enter 

Brooklyn - also known as Good Lookin' 

Crooklyn - slidin' through your Central Bookin' 

Knocked on the Friendly charge that got dropped 

So I copped po' basin' wit the Five year pendin' 

Can't count the Blessin' 

Caught another case in the mix, Now I'm stressin' 

Power to the People to Sequel, spark the people 

See you at a Town near you, Comin' WU