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swizz beatz - let me see ya do your thing lyrics

[intro: baby]
uh huh (off the top)
cash money, hot boys (all to me n-gg-)
you understand. ..
say swizz, give it all to me, don’t hold it back
i want it, give it all, hit me in the chest wit it n-gg-

[verse: baby]
i got work, bricks, money, pistols
hoes have b-tch–ss n-gg-s runnin’ with ’em
paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks
it’s llello cola, heroin and boulders
stunna corleone, n-gg- i told ya this
mack dimes, doin’ time
uptown riders everybody been dinin’
it’s third wall nothin’ but these uptown souljas
n-y g’s, the barrel high rolla’
it’s swizz and stunna, in a ram stuntin’ (w-ssup)
20 inches, nothin’ under (w-ssup)
it’s glocks and b-tches we been k!llin’ snitches (oh)
work? f-ck the feds, n-gg- we livin’ (oww)
yo ask me twice i ain’t neva been nice
always been a gangsta poppin’ willas don’t bite

[chorus: swizz beatz]
let me see you do ya thing – yo, if ya ballin’
let me see you do ya thing – yo, if ya ridin’
(let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)
oh no, where’s the b-tches?
let me see you do ya thing – yo, where’s my n-gg-s?
let me see you do ya thing – (c’mon) yo! buy the bar
let me see you do ya thing – gon’ floss ya sh-t
(let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)
c’mon, rep ya hood
let me see you do ya thing

[verse: yung wun]
i got the mj 220 on the streets of atlanta
wit the 360 modena parked diamond savanna
life’s too short, so a n-gg- stretch the porsche and put the big screen in it
it’s like a n-gg- at the movies when he sittin’ in it, picture seems so vivid
the windows all tinted, marble flo’s in it
i got doe like bill when the chip was invented
so it’s, no thing for me to pull a few strings to
get a, few things that cost a few g’s
you ain’t p-ssed it down to me, so it has to be
way it be, as you see i’m tryin’ to find me a place in the hills
put a blighty in the backyard and move right back to the ville
i’m a always be where it’s real (n-gg-)
and chill where the caps get peeled (what!) and n-gg-s get k!lled
’till i die i’m a live ’till i can’t no more
sell crack and bust guns (what’s up?) ’till i’m at the morgue

[chorus:]

[verse: baby]
i’m real, i’m steel, i’m hard to k!ll
been packin’ bullets, shoot out at will
stunna corleone, sellin’ he-roine
uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown
casey brice, ten the price
k!ll that n-gg- i’ll shife his life
it’s fresh, stunna, weezy, turk, swizz, jada, dmx, let work
b-tch, n-gg-, i hate them n-gg-s
all i f-ck wit is these real -ss n-gg-s
it’s ruff-ryder, cash money
d give me the name, i’ll bust a hundred
it’s ro-lex, hoe don’t flex
i’m worth- 200-mil, b-tch what’s next?
it’s full-surface, swizz that’s next
n-gg- act up, we breakin’ they neck

[chorus:] (2x)

[outro:]
whoa, whoa
break it out whoodi. ..

- swizz beatz lyrics

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