Things We Do

Slum Village

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    Yeah...
    I got a rhyme for those dudes who
    lie about me and mine
    Yo run it back, run it back
    I got a rhyme for those dudes who
    lie about me and mine
    I squeeze them nines, from behind the blinds
    I leave flat in ground in the pine-
    box! I'm not a killa wit mine
    But I get rid of nigga that get piece of mine
    Well if you got the bar separate me from mine

    I must be dope for you to steal my style
    Tryin to take my sound
    Yo run it back, run it back
    I must be dope for you to steal my style
    Tryin to take my sound
    You don't want those pieces out
    Better yet you better kneel in church
    Dont these hurr, put a hole
    through your detrich fur
    Your little style that you got is subminimal
    Is you ready to swing, blows wit a griminal

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    Things we do to you
    Things we do and doing
    Things we to do you
    Things we doing
    Things we do to you
    Things we do and doing
    Things we to do you
    Things we doing

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    You heard the click, pushin excursion whips
    New sherlings kicks, two words I'm sick
    Run it back, I'm sick
    Every verse I spit
    That I cursive writ
    I find the words that fit
    They come together like hoes on the curb for dick
    On an urge to trick, for them services
    Call me sir or if...
    You prefer to diss get turban twist
    (Whoa)Nervousness
    I curse and piss, on any nigga that's lame
    Call me sick and insane
    Talkin chickens for brains
    Shift the stick in the range
    When I click and I BANG!
    Niggas pick up your frame,
    till you lifted in shame
    They goin down quite quick like
    a wich when in flame
    I'm in the wickedest game
    Run it back, Wickedest game
    Don't get stick for ya chain
    It's the Slum to the Villa,
    your head unda the pilla
    Why? (We're coming kill ya)

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    *Introducing the world famous,
    Slum Village! Are ya Ready baby?
    Let me know if ya ready! All the
    way from De-(Dj scratches)
    Detroit!

    Yeah Yeah you look and stare
    I see you shook in prayer
    I bust at you, (bang) they cuffin who?
    What you wan do? 1 2, you wanna (girl moans)
    For sho ya do, if ya hold a crew
    I don't need a clip, to bust ya lip
    I run ya shit, wit a swift fist
    If you gon talk the shit (talk the shit)
    I'm aiming quick (aiming quick)
    You better run (better run)
    Cause I don't miss (cause I don't miss)

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    Composición: R.L.T3 Altman III y Curtis Cross

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