Do It Man Lyrics
| Song | Do It Man |
| Artist | Masta Ace |
| Album | A Long Hot Summer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bruno, Clear, Perry | |
| (feat. Big Noyd) | |
| [Big Noyd] | |
| Check it out yo, 'ey yo | |
| They call me Big Noyd, the one that smack the taste out | |
| Your fucking mouth, I keep it gutter that's what I be about | |
| That's what I breathe, what I eat, that's what I shitted out | |
| I'm from the streets and I'm a G and I know nothing else | |
| Like when there's beef I grap a Tec from the fucking shelve | |
| Stuff it in my jeans step on the scene, ruin your health | |
| Snitches run their mouth, that's why I do it myself | |
| No need to co, there's noone ratting me out | |
| Just to find the guy, I keep it gully nigga ride out | |
| Before my thuns come and air out your hide out | |
| Matter fact say no more, your raw to grap your four | |
| Your scared to call your dog, nigga let's get it on | |
| I set it off, I start long blows | |
| Knock your ass out and leave your dead with a bloody nose | |
| Winking to your front door, who you know as raw as me | |
| A skinny nigga, but up on the streets i'm a beast, motherfucker | |
| [Hook: Big Noyd] | |
| Yeah, yeah, this is how we do it man | |
| We busting them chrome nines and running from one time | |
| This is how we do it man | |
| My mind on my money and my money on my mind, yep | |
| This is how we do it man | |
| We strap with them big gats, and chases some cool cat | |
| This is how we do it man | |
| We hold it down we don't fuck around niggaz know our style, yep | |
| [Masta Ace] | |
| Hope I don't get shot today | |
| 'cause I heard some niggaz letting off rounds, like a block away | |
| It's like walking through Vietnam | |
| Sorrounded by americans dressed like the vietcom | |
| See that kid, 16, try to cop a gat | |
| Ever since he was a brat he been a copy-cat | |
| And he ain't scared to pull it blood | |
| So I better watch my step or I might catch a bullet slug | |
| See there's all kinds of rival stuff | |
| We all in the line of fire nigga, and survival's tough | |
| Send my son to the store, 'cause there's mole on the bread | |
| They might send him home with a hole in the head | |
| And just like 'Windex Cleaner' | |
| It's clear that niggaz settle problems with their index finger | |
| And my moms has yet to strove | |
| 'cause she know that folks catches strays like pet control | |
| These are dangerous times, the life's on the line | |
| A nigga might get it by the knife or the nine | |
| I gotta stay awake when I hold the cake | |
| 'cause the grim reaper looking for a soul to take | |
| And the next cat may be him | |
| So I look over my shoulder, when I'm standing at the ATM | |
| Ya can go 'head and worry 'bout the crackers, fine | |
| But that nigga with the nine, skin is black as mine | |
| [Hook: Masta Ace] | |
| This is how they do it man | |
| Sawed-off shot, screaming give me what you got, nigga | |
| This is how they do it man | |
| Straight off blunt spillers and natural born killers | |
| This is how they do it man | |
| Chrome play the nine, put your life on the line, woaw | |
| This is how they do it man | |
| Holding down the block, the plot just won't stop, no |
| zuo ci : Bruno, Clear, Perry | |
| feat. Big Noyd | |
| Big Noyd | |
| Check it out yo, ' ey yo | |
| They call me Big Noyd, the one that smack the taste out | |
| Your fucking mouth, I keep it gutter that' s what I be about | |
| That' s what I breathe, what I eat, that' s what I shitted out | |
| I' m from the streets and I' m a G and I know nothing else | |
| Like when there' s beef I grap a Tec from the fucking shelve | |
| Stuff it in my jeans step on the scene, ruin your health | |
| Snitches run their mouth, that' s why I do it myself | |
| No need to co, there' s noone ratting me out | |
| Just to find the guy, I keep it gully nigga ride out | |
| Before my thuns come and air out your hide out | |
| Matter fact say no more, your raw to grap your four | |
| Your scared to call your dog, nigga let' s get it on | |
| I set it off, I start long blows | |
| Knock your ass out and leave your dead with a bloody nose | |
| Winking to your front door, who you know as raw as me | |
| A skinny nigga, but up on the streets i' m a beast, motherfucker | |
| Hook: Big Noyd | |
| Yeah, yeah, this is how we do it man | |
| We busting them chrome nines and running from one time | |
| This is how we do it man | |
| My mind on my money and my money on my mind, yep | |
| This is how we do it man | |
| We strap with them big gats, and chases some cool cat | |
| This is how we do it man | |
| We hold it down we don' t fuck around niggaz know our style, yep | |
| Masta Ace | |
| Hope I don' t get shot today | |
| ' cause I heard some niggaz letting off rounds, like a block away | |
| It' s like walking through Vietnam | |
| Sorrounded by americans dressed like the vietcom | |
| See that kid, 16, try to cop a gat | |
| Ever since he was a brat he been a copycat | |
| And he ain' t scared to pull it blood | |
| So I better watch my step or I might catch a bullet slug | |
| See there' s all kinds of rival stuff | |
| We all in the line of fire nigga, and survival' s tough | |
| Send my son to the store, ' cause there' s mole on the bread | |
| They might send him home with a hole in the head | |
| And just like ' Windex Cleaner' | |
| It' s clear that niggaz settle problems with their index finger | |
| And my moms has yet to strove | |
| ' cause she know that folks catches strays like pet control | |
| These are dangerous times, the life' s on the line | |
| A nigga might get it by the knife or the nine | |
| I gotta stay awake when I hold the cake | |
| ' cause the grim reaper looking for a soul to take | |
| And the next cat may be him | |
| So I look over my shoulder, when I' m standing at the ATM | |
| Ya can go ' head and worry ' bout the crackers, fine | |
| But that nigga with the nine, skin is black as mine | |
| Hook: Masta Ace | |
| This is how they do it man | |
| Sawedoff shot, screaming give me what you got, nigga | |
| This is how they do it man | |
| Straight off blunt spillers and natural born killers | |
| This is how they do it man | |
| Chrome play the nine, put your life on the line, woaw | |
| This is how they do it man | |
| Holding down the block, the plot just won' t stop, no |
| zuò cí : Bruno, Clear, Perry | |
| feat. Big Noyd | |
| Big Noyd | |
| Check it out yo, ' ey yo | |
| They call me Big Noyd, the one that smack the taste out | |
| Your fucking mouth, I keep it gutter that' s what I be about | |
| That' s what I breathe, what I eat, that' s what I shitted out | |
| I' m from the streets and I' m a G and I know nothing else | |
| Like when there' s beef I grap a Tec from the fucking shelve | |
| Stuff it in my jeans step on the scene, ruin your health | |
| Snitches run their mouth, that' s why I do it myself | |
| No need to co, there' s noone ratting me out | |
| Just to find the guy, I keep it gully nigga ride out | |
| Before my thuns come and air out your hide out | |
| Matter fact say no more, your raw to grap your four | |
| Your scared to call your dog, nigga let' s get it on | |
| I set it off, I start long blows | |
| Knock your ass out and leave your dead with a bloody nose | |
| Winking to your front door, who you know as raw as me | |
| A skinny nigga, but up on the streets i' m a beast, motherfucker | |
| Hook: Big Noyd | |
| Yeah, yeah, this is how we do it man | |
| We busting them chrome nines and running from one time | |
| This is how we do it man | |
| My mind on my money and my money on my mind, yep | |
| This is how we do it man | |
| We strap with them big gats, and chases some cool cat | |
| This is how we do it man | |
| We hold it down we don' t fuck around niggaz know our style, yep | |
| Masta Ace | |
| Hope I don' t get shot today | |
| ' cause I heard some niggaz letting off rounds, like a block away | |
| It' s like walking through Vietnam | |
| Sorrounded by americans dressed like the vietcom | |
| See that kid, 16, try to cop a gat | |
| Ever since he was a brat he been a copycat | |
| And he ain' t scared to pull it blood | |
| So I better watch my step or I might catch a bullet slug | |
| See there' s all kinds of rival stuff | |
| We all in the line of fire nigga, and survival' s tough | |
| Send my son to the store, ' cause there' s mole on the bread | |
| They might send him home with a hole in the head | |
| And just like ' Windex Cleaner' | |
| It' s clear that niggaz settle problems with their index finger | |
| And my moms has yet to strove | |
| ' cause she know that folks catches strays like pet control | |
| These are dangerous times, the life' s on the line | |
| A nigga might get it by the knife or the nine | |
| I gotta stay awake when I hold the cake | |
| ' cause the grim reaper looking for a soul to take | |
| And the next cat may be him | |
| So I look over my shoulder, when I' m standing at the ATM | |
| Ya can go ' head and worry ' bout the crackers, fine | |
| But that nigga with the nine, skin is black as mine | |
| Hook: Masta Ace | |
| This is how they do it man | |
| Sawedoff shot, screaming give me what you got, nigga | |
| This is how they do it man | |
| Straight off blunt spillers and natural born killers | |
| This is how they do it man | |
| Chrome play the nine, put your life on the line, woaw | |
| This is how they do it man | |
| Holding down the block, the plot just won' t stop, no |
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