I Don’t Do Much
Title | I Don’t Do Much |
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Artist | Beanie Sigel |
Album | The Reason |
Release Date | 2001-06-26 |
Description | Track #5 of The Reason,An Album By Philadelphia Rapper Beanie Sigel,Released Under Roc-A-Fella Records |
Lyrics | [Intro] Mmm Shit, I don't do much Y'kna'mean? Smoke weed, fuck bitches (Huh) Get papercuts from counting money, menage à trois, nah mean? Quadruple à trois nah mean? I just be chillin, y'kna'mean? Shit, I don't do much All that shit—what you expect, man? [Verse 1] Yo, I don't do much, you know Mack 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 ain't got no cash Man, you niggas ain't got no stash Where your wheel and your rims? Motherfucker, look at the heel on your Timbs Nigga, your walk and your talking—you niggas is ass Shit, I don't do much—you know Mack, lay in the cut In the 'telly somewhere, laying a smut Champelly, purple hay'ing it up Front-row, A laying it up Or in the kitchen, prob'ly weighing it up Or in a mission, prob'ly spraying shit up Niggas playing too much I try to chill, but they be saying too much But you know they don't say it to me (Uh-huh) They don't play with me You shit where you eat, you might as well lay in your pee You might also like[Hook] Shit, I don't do much I don't do much Shit, I don't do much Y'kna'mean? Fuck Fuck, I don't do much I be chilling, 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 blowing 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, squirrellys, y'all call it "quarters" Young'un', take this eightball (Chyeah), 'cause you take long And please, don't make me use this eight-long 'Cause you could get all six up in your acorn And trust me... Y'all don't want that Y'all don't want Mack to snap on you cats (Uh-huh) You don't really want no problems (Yeah) You don't want me laying under your squatter You don't want me firebombing your house You don't want me duct-taping your mouth Better yet, pouring lye in your mouth You don't want me smacking up your kids You don't want me laying up in your trash Popping up, then I'm popping your ass [Hook] 'Cause you won't do shit I don't do much Shit, I don't do much Y'kna'mean? I just be chilling, I be smoking, man, I don't be thinking 'bout y'all niggas, man I don't do much Y'kna'mean? I be chilling 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 a lot I don't hustle, I just tax the block Shit, I don't do much, I just roll out and play with tools And make you faggots obey the rules Shit, y'all don't do much but drink forties, look dumb on the block Damn near forty, still running from cops Y'all don't do much, y'all niggas ain't stacking 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 [Hook] Shit, I don't do much Heh, y'kna'mean? (Y'kna'mean?) I don't do much I don't give a fuck, man Smoke weed, get high, fuck bitches, that's my biz, y'kna'mean? I don't do much I don't do much Y'kna'mean, four-pound? Shit, I don't do much I don't do much And I don't give a fuck |