Things We Do - Slum Village

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 you flat in ground in the pinebox

I’m not a killer wit' mine

But I get

Rid of nigga to get piece of mine

If you got the bar separate me from mine

I must be dope for you to steal my style

Try to take my sound

Yo, run it back, run it back

I must be dope for you to steal my style

Try to take my sound

You don’t want those pieces out

Better yet you better kneel in church

Don’t want these heard

Put a hole through your Dittrich fur

Your little style that you got is so minimal

Is you ready to swing blows with a griminal

Things we do to you

Things we do and doing

Things we do to you

Things we doing

You heard the click

Pushin', scurshin' whips

New Shearlings kicks

Two words I’m sick

Run it back, I’m sick

Every verse I spit

That a curse I’ve writ

I find the words that fit

They come together like hoes on the curb for dick

On a urge to trick

For them services

Call me sir or if…

You prefer to diss

Get turned and twist Whoah

Nervousness

I curtain 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 wick went in flame

I’m in the wickedest game

Run it back, wickedest game

Don’t get stick for your chain

It’s the Slum to the Villa, your heads' unda the pillow

Why?

(We're coming to kill ya)

Introducing the world famous, Slum Village

Are ya’ll Ready baby?

Let me know if ya’ll 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 wanna do?

1 2, you wanna (uh)

For sho' ya do, if you hold a crew

I don’t need a clip, to bust your lip

I run your shit, with a swift fist

If you gonna 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)