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jayo felony featuring method man dmx - whatcha gonna do lyrics

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i say, i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it?
i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
wha-wha-what?

i can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it?
when i’m in texas, i’m b-mpin’ screw music
with big mike and scarface with luke luke
me and lil’ crook like bo and luke, duke

when i’m in miami, i go to scoop luke
to see the peep show and hit some duke shoot
went to branson, back to back, lex coupe
up in ‘harlem world’ in my timb boots

two suckers had beef, so i watched them shoot
called up benny rat, copped a bullet proof
seen t-funk, he took us to the fruit
then he went to the tunnell and brought down the roof

mink coats and moet, b-tches dripping sweat
slang a c-ssette to funkmaster flex
and now i’m b-mping on east coast tape decks
went from swatch to platinum rolex
s.d., jersey, we getting more s-x, flow next, go next

i say, i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it?
i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
wha-wha-what?

i’m too s-xy for my motherf-cking hood, hood
i’m too s-xy for my motherf-cking low ridah
i’m too s-xy for my motherf-cking hood, hood
i’m too s-xy for my motherf-cking low ridah

if my n-gg-s can’t eat, then y’all n-gg-s can’t sleep
i just begun to creep, ‘nightmares on elm street’
release from jones beach to south beach, capeesh?
kicking dust as i bust, f-ck peace

and all them crooked cops on the beat
my n-gg-s bring the funk like your grandpa feet
’til death do us part’, save my bullets for the charts
with darts, like hbo watching ‘after dark’

no love for a mark, even less for a trick
that wanna be like mike, mike, who? my d-ck
real sh-t, hot nicks
run wit my n-gg-s that ain’t got sh-t

pop sh-t and peddle poetry for profit
one time, out for mine but can’t stop it
trying to keep they hands in my pocket
so i bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic

leave the crime scene spotless
mix the green with the chocolate, here’s the topic
n-gg-s, synchronize your watches
we going in wit nothing but a clan logo
mr. meth, i’m running loco, motherf-cker
(dmx)

i say, i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it?
i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
wha-wha-what?

i’m too s-xy for my motherf-cking hood, hood
i’m too s-xy for my motherf-cking low ridah
i’m too s-xy for my motherf-cking hood, hood
i’m too s-xy for my motherf-cking low ridah

i got a wicked flow and i’m gonna kick it
yo, feel the pressure
sn-tching n-gg-s up just like change off the dresser
n-gg-s h-t me with the best sh-t then what?
i shake that bullsh-t off, then go nutz

i’ve been down too long, can’t a motherf-cker show me nothing
y’all b-tch n-gg-s is ducking me like you owe me something
i got more homies than an ese but let’s say
i couldn’t talk, you wouldn’t walk my way on your best day

the best way you can hope to get close to me
is right here under my wing like you’re supposed to be
the first time you start acting f-cking strange
best to be ducking range, talking sh-t, wearing a f-cking chain

i break n-gg-s like promises, split ’em open like thomas’
and sell more drugs than a pharmacist
strapped wit nothing but a rhyme, a long history of violent crime
att-tude that doesn’t mind doing time

i say, i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it?
i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
wha-wha-what?

i’m too s-xy for my motherf-cking hood, hood
i’m too s-xy for my motherf-cking low ridah
i’m too s-xy for my motherf-cking hood, hood
i’m too s-xy for my motherf-cking low ridah

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