Ay, ay, ay. Say dis real rite here ya heard me. Niggas jus don't neva stop hatin, Ay.
|
|
[Chorus 2x]
|
I think somebody tryna do me somethin, (do something) cuz i can't sleep (do something). And
|
i'm nervous when i eat, (do something) and i ain't even got no beef (do something). But it feel
|
like i got beef (do something), cuz i ain't slept in a week (do something). And i ain't takin a
|
step outta my door without that heat. (do something)
|
|
[Verse 1]
|
I think somebody tryna do me something, cuz i cant sleep. My mama cooked a meal for me, but i
|
cant eat. Its too much shit on my mind, i can't stop thinkin bout dyin, so whoeva cross that
|
line, you gon get dat .45. My daddy jus got home, but they jus came and got my nigga ,poor
|
Victor Feelin got caught up wit two choppas and a pistol. And i'm beginning to hate these rap
|
niggas real fast. Put my name on a track im gon come where you at and blast. Just the other day
|
i almost had to do a nigga. He thought i was go fight him, but i wus gon shoot a nigga. Now i
|
know that sound fucked up, but i aint got no time. Soon as you whip a nigga he jus gon go get
|
his iron, his nine, or his rugle, howeva he wanna do ya. I aint thinkin, i aint talkin, i aint
|
boxing, ima shoot ya. His nine or his rugle, howeva he wanna do ya. I aint thinkin, i aint
|
talkin, i aint boxing ima shoot ya.
|
|
[Chorus 2x]
|
|
[Verse 2]
|
I think somebody tryna do me something, i see him lookin. Come play me like a rookie, watch
|
how quick i leave you shooken. I hop outta the bushes wit that thang like surprise, and if you
|
try to run then that choppa knock off yo thighs. La-la-la-la-la-la-la, take off i'll shoot off
|
yo tires. Me an my clique be posted up on the block, wuts yo sign (get em up), but back to the
|
subject of how these hataz wish me death, i peeped the way these niggas try to play me to the
|
left. So i keep the "K" off in the trunk, i'm heated when i step, cuz beefin ain't beefin until
|
you stop somebody breath. And if we creepin, i'm creepin, bussin til it ain't nuthin left. If
|
we creepin, i'm creepin bussin til it ain't nuthin left, like dat.
|
|
[Break 2x]
|
Do something, do something, do something, nigga do something. Do something, do something, do
|
something, nigga do somehting.
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
[Verse 3]
|
I remember one Sunday we hit the scene, it was packed, sittin on 22's wit the paint wet black.
|
Me an my nigga he got my back, i got his back. Dem hoes standing on top of the car shakin cat.
|
We finna do a show, so we pull the truck to the back. But when i hit the door, them niggas
|
ain't know how to act. Dem hoes grabbin on my chain, pullin on my plaits. Dey want me to take
|
em home and hit em from the back. But when we got outside, them pussy niggas wus hatin, actin
|
like he wanna do me something but he fakin. I asked him wut it wus wit no fuckin hesitation,
|
one false move ima leave you shakin on the pavement. I had a funny feeling that something was
|
going on, nigga wanna do me something cuz im ridin on chrome. I had a funny feeling that
|
something was going on, nigga wanna do me something cuz im ridin on chrome.
|
|
[Chorus 2x]
|
|
-----------------
|
Do Something
|
| Hurricane Chris |
