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lirik lagu i don’t do much – beanie sigel

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hmm, sh-t, i don’t do much
y’knawmean? smoke weed, f-ck b-tches, huh
get paper cuts from countin money…
i just be chillin, y’knawmean?
menage trois, knawmean? quadrupla trois…
y’knawmean? sh-t i don’t do much
all that sh-t, what you expect man?

[verse 1]
yo, i don’t do much, you know mac stay sucker free
so please don’t f-ck with me
you don’t really want war
you don’t really want the heat from the four
you don’t really wanna eat out a straw
man you n-gg-s is broke, y’all n-gg-s aint got no cash
man you n-gg-s aint got no stash
where your wheel and your rims?
motherf-cker look at the heel on your timbs
n-gg- your walk and your talk you n-gg-s is -ss
sh-t, i don’t do much, you know mac, lay in the cut
in the ‘telly somewhere layin a sm-t
champelly, purple hayin it up
front row a layin it up
or in the kitchen prob’ly weighin it up
or in a mission prob’ly sprayin sh-t up
n-gg-s playin too much
i try to chill but they be sayin too much
but you know they don’t say it to me
they don’t play wit me
you sh-t where you eat, you might as well lay in your pee

sh-t, i don’t do much
i don’t do much
sh-t, i don’t do much
y’knawmean? f-ck…
f-ck, i don’t do much
i be chillin man, i don’t know about y’all though
sh-t i don’t do much

[verse 2]
i roll a l, go in the booth
spark it up, start blowin the truth
i don’t do much, i smoke weed, pop pills, sip water
f-ck it, keep it real, keep steel, give orders
suckers, give out halves, squrrlies, y’all call it quarters
youngun, take this eightball, ’cause you take long
and please, don’t make me use this eight long
’cause you could get all six up in your acorn
and trust me…
y’all don’t want that
y’all don’t want mac to snap on you cats
you don’t really want no problems
you don’t layin under your squatter
you don’t want me fire bombin your house
you don’t want me duct tapin your mouth
better yet, pourin lye in your mouth
you don’t want me smackin up your kids
you don’t want me layin up in your trash
poppin up, then i’m poppin your -ss
’cause you won’t do sh-t

i don’t do much
sh-t, i don’t do much
y’knawmean, i just be chillin i be smokin man
i don’t be thinkin about y’all n-gg-s man (i don’t do much)
y’knawmean, i be chillin
sh-t, i don’t do much

[verse 3]
i just chill up in the middle of the block
watch my younguns make a killin on the block
tell ’em watch trucks who be wheelin through the block
get shot, get shucked with vans chillin on the block
sh-t, i don’t do much, i just chill and relax alot
i don’t hustle, i just tax the block
sh-t, i don’t do much, i just roll out and play wit tools
that make you f-ggots obey the rules
sh-t, y’all don’t do much
but drink 40’s, look dumb on the block
d-mn near 40, still runnin from cops
y’all don’t do much
y’all n-gg-s aint stackin no cash
that sh-t you pack got a crack in yo’ -ss
y’all don’t give a f-ck, y’all gon’ get cuffed
and i’ma laugh when y’all get stuck
sh-t, i don’t do much

heh, y’knawmean, y’knawmean?
i don’t do much
i don’t give a f-ck man, smoke weed, get high
f-ck b-tches, that’s my biz (i don’t do much)
y’knawmean?
i don’t do much
y’knawmean four pound?
sh-t, i don’t do much
i don’t do much
and i don’t give a f-ck