Things We Do lyrics

Song information

Artist: Slum Village
Album: Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit)

Lyrics

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

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)