Featuring: Trife JAY-Z Mr. Bristal

Songwriter: Daven “Prestige” Vanderpool Mr. Bristal BLAKE C Lil’ Cease JAY-Z

Producer: Daven “Prestige” Vanderpool

[Intro: Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc-A-Fella (uh huh)
Gener-al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
Q.B. (that show-nuff right on)
Fuck niggas wanna do, man (nothin')
See, Cease-A-Leo (huh)
I'm for the kids (right)
Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherfuckers, y'know
It's how we do it (yeah)
Feel me baby?

[Verse 1: Blake C]
Yo, yo, stay away from .38s, TEC-9's and shottie
I wanna move swift, but don't blow like John Gotti
I'm somethin' to watch, like the paparazzi
Hard to copy, shock waves can't stop me
Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me
It's Blake oh the great, pawn ya jewels, take all your weight
Just might be, politely, leave your man an eighth
The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe
I take it all, still be the last to escape
Kick it like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code
Watch the stroll, little Ace
A soldier that was born to roll
I love God and you know I got soul
To sell around the globe with more Bank than Tyra
Dime just rewind-a, it was hard to find her
Found out my niggas got right behind her

[Verse 2: Mr. Bristal]
Y'all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifth
But I done did that, recognize the clique
Back round six-four time felons and shit
Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit
'Til I said to myself, "My life's better than this"
I wanna party, live it up, pop Dom and Cris'
In a lake with a waterproof R on my wrist
Been a professional, now I'm starting to mix
We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
Run up in your crib, tie up your wife and kids
Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid
We live this real street life, and that's word to B.I.G. (uh)
I'm the type to analyze ya (what)
Move swift like Kaiser (uh)
My appearance surprise ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
No jive, get live never judge your man by size (uh, yo)

[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Jay-Z]
I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggas, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggas, Brooklyn

[Verse 3: Lil' Cease]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
This my war I ride for, lick one in the sky for
Get back everything that my nigga die for
Since his death, many steps and many left
Niggas owe money, yo, can't pay a penny less
Cease got the squeeze, I'ma let these fuckers know
BK style, my niggas love the dough
About six hard years, eleven months ago
We was all puffin' 'dro, nowhere to go
Now I get dough, get low, let a slug blow
Cops say "Got evidence?", let the dog go
Here's the answer, you fuckin' with Leo Ganza
Nigga's coke so raw, you gon' need a sampler
Niggas better be as wise as me or die like me
Or go see the board then, fry like me
Got niggas takin' pictures throwin' pies on me
Motherfuckers' All Eyez On Me
Whatever happened to Brook-lawn?
Better yet, Crook-lawn?
Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked on
Picture me makin' a shook song
No, I know the wars we took on
Niggas better get gone

[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
Yeah, flow sicker every record
Watch shine, Glock nine, nigga, heavy necklace
Watch mine, 'bout to make niggas very jealous
Ice in every letter, untouchable, can't fuck with duke
Thug spit, arms shake, who wan' gunplay
With the CEO of the coke on Broadway (huh?)
Never heard so many joints from one man
I make bitches, fuck it, I make the gun jam
Flow's like, sniffin' a hundred grams o' cocaine raw
Rip your whole brain off (uhh)
Make it real easy to lift your chain off
BK style (what), see Jay, how? (Uhh)
We don't play fair, we play foul
Go 'head, stand there, we spray crowds
Live from the 7-1 (8)
If there ever was one (great)
I'm him, nigga, times ten, what?

[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Jay-Z]
I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggas, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggas, Brooklyn
I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggas, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang

Lil’ Cease

James Lloyd (born August 20, 1977), better known by his stage name Lil' Cease,[1] is an American rapper and member of hip hop group Junior M.A.F.I.A..

Cease released his first album, Conspiracy, with Junior M.A.F.I.A. in 1995, and gained mainstream attention with a memorable verse on “Player’s Anthem”, the album’s highest charting single. Frequent name dropping from mentor and cousin The Notorious B.I.G. throughout Cease’s career helped keep the young rapper in the spotlight.

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