We Do That Too

[A.G.]

Yo check me out yo, I doubt somebody on your team

got a better flow, honey comin for the green

You gotta let her go, real niggaz move in silence

So you'll never know, I dead 'em slow, lay 'em low

So I'm the last thing you know, I blast at any foe

Dead 'em quick, as fast as the Henny go

Now put me in a place with freaks, gimme a tape with beats

I'll be straight for weeks, shit I'll even hate to leave

I'm splurgin for props - "Money, Power, Respect"

Refer to The L.O.X., cop the hot three-quarters got

converted to drop, and murder your block

When I came through, in the midnight blue, for chicks like you

Bastard - that's what she say when she see me ridin

Past with - her best friend and I'm puffin on some

Black shit - yeah these rhymes is magnets

G.D. cats, way above average

Me and this beat is a perfect marriage, bat up, I'll hurt your average

I'm a lethal, wea-pon, like Ste-fan

I'm ready as ever, for any I'm terror

I'll put 20 that's long money for any that's better

[Chorus]

You puff the bomb weed? YEAH WE PUFF THAT TOO

You tote the big guns? YEAH WE BUST THOSE TOO

You fuck with dime bitches? YEAH WE FUCK THOSE TOO

You roll with thug niggaz? YEAH THAT'S HALF MY CREW

[A.G.]

I blast for you? Blast-for-me/blasphemy, it has to be

Trust me, must be, glad to see us three

If not bring the drama, won't catch us, sing the drama

Bomb you with the 9 llama, you'll live if you're lucky

I'll crack you, like the dutchie, then I roll

You vested up, but from the neck up, you ass out

like a centerfold, watch us wreck it and go

I'm second to no one, on Med's drums and these guns, equal mo' runs

Sold coke, sold smoke, and sold junk

Coke run is a wet dream, nightmare when five-oh come

Suited up, but I get dirty and shoot it up

Catch me on Eyewitness News, in Santa Cruz

Officially, got beef with N.Y.P.D. Blue

MC's, see me who? They'll get these too...

Na na nah (so where them hoes at?)

Fat bitches wanna fuck with A (what?)

Dime bitches wanna fuck with A (what?)

Crime bitches wanna fuck with A (what?)

Y'all bitches wanna fuck with A (c'mon)

And y'all niggaz wanna touch my peeps (c'mon)

I take your seed and have him way upstate (c'mon)

Ransom notes just to give you a taste (what?)

And G.D. in the place

[Chorus]

We got the big guns? YEAH WE BUST THOSE TOO

You puff the bomb weed? YEAH WE PUFF THAT TOO

You fuck with bad bitches? YEAH WE FUCK THOSE TOO

You roll with thug niggaz? YEAH THAT'S HALF MY CREW

[A.G.]

This one here, is for my block

Like Chicago, I repeat, this is for my block

For those kids that hold heat, on my block, think it's sweet

You'll be layin in the street from more kicks than beats

More slugs from the heat, niggaz hustle, hand to hand (why?)

Cause every man gotta eat, on my block (my block)

And still we got no papers, all night bodegas

Dame chocha, esta loca, like Noreaga

We anticipate the putbacks

And the hood ain't the hood, without the hoodrats

With the Spandex, my mans rock gold chains

Smoke lah and feel no pain, and it's still no gain

We gotta runaway, we gotta do it now

And find a better way (what) so how that sound

Don't put the gun away, cause sheisty niggaz is foul

So I run away, and come away with the pile

[Chorus]

We got the big guns - YEAH WE BUST THOSE TOO

We smoke the dutches son - YEAH WE PUFF THOSE TOO

We cause the ruckus son - YEAH WE DO THAT TOO

We roll with thug niggaz - YEAH THAT'S HALF MY CREW

[A.G.]

Half my crew, half my click

And half y'all niggaz ain't bigger than half my dick

G.D., we straight dirt baby

Trigger Tone, where you at, where you at