lirik lagu tre 8 - do what u wanna
[code 6]
whoa na n-gg-s, it’s that wicked westbank puttin’ it down again,
worldwide status, you know how we do it,
off top baby, it’s a street thing
[chorus: tre-8]
n-gg- do what’cha wanna,
maintain, do ya thing how you wanna,
any n-gg- talk stupid he’s a goner,
body bag, toe tag, call the coroner, whoa
n-gg- do what’cha wanna,
maintain, do ya thing how you wanna,
any n-gg- talk stupid he’s a goner,
body bag, toe tag, call the coroner, whoa
[first chorus: tre-8]
paper chaser off top,
livin’ foul cuz you hot,
slugged up, thugged out, on your way to the top,
too hot for these b-tches, lil’ daddy, you on fire,
hoes they admire your whole attire cuz you not for a shopper,
then your peers, look here, you the sh-t,
role’ around your wrist, livin’ life like you rich,
it’s a part of the game to maintain so do your thang,
these b-tches know they can’t hang,
so you glisten like a chain,
shinin’ and big timin’,
blindin’ like a diamond,
hoes, steady whinin’ cuz you always shinin’,
drivin’, in a benz, next day in a lex,
with a triple beamer but it ain’t finished yet,
faw, they can’t take ya, shive is in your nature,
hoes they wanna date’cha,
n-gg-s wanna erase ya,
that’s a technical foul, throw them b-tches out the game,
well get it, how you live, in other words do your thang
[chorus]
[second verse: code 6]
man, these n-gg-s don’t know my st–z i throw the beats,
talk a b-tch down to her knees when it comes to makin’ cheese,
n-gg- please, i only -ssociate with g’s,
ice mike entertainment we bring it to you with ease,
swarmin’ like killer bees,
in your system like weed,
and your hood, and your radio and tv,
and we all in, haters wanna see us fallin’,
you think we ballin’, but still blunts be callin’,
we got dealers and killas in every ward,
lil’ thugs with dillingers in their back pocket, now that’s hard,
runnin’ you n-gg-s heads, bodies turnin’ up dead,
raw is how we play it,
you know somethin’? better not say it,
witnesses don’t make it out,
and it don’t matter how you hear it
or if you see it don’t open up your f-ckin’ mouth
mindin’ your business is a plus,
and holdin’ court on the street is a must,
especially for us
[chorus]
[third verse: zeeda]
slugged up, thugged out,
takin’ n-gg-s out,
it’s the b-tch with the clout,
comin’ straight from the south,
with the boots in my mouth,
the ice around my neck,
now watch this b-tch flex,
cuz i’m rollin’ in a lex,
got it up in the game,
goin’ out with a bang,
somethin’ like a rig or tanks,
and i’m stickin’ like a stain,
wet them boys in the brain,
comin’ sharper than a pane,
killin’ hoes no remains,
got some dope? i’ll leave ’em drained,
i’m the b-tch with the ice,
roll a seven on the dice,
trigga platinum on the sights,
so you know we ain’t nothin’ nice,
and i’m all about the price,
buy weight or your life,
keeps a pistol or a knife,
try to f-ck me we gone fight,
rest up all with your wife,
sleepin’ on the bunk tonight,
met my bail, watch me kite,
f-ck a ride, watch me hike,
mail came, all the night,
see a b-tch all in the stripes,
but i say i can’t f-ck around, lil’ p-p ain’t nothin’ nice
[chorus]
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