Just Do It Lyrics

Well, I'm just gonna tell you We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it And all that acting you doing, we see through it Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it
Now I say my rap reflect the enemy Passion and positive energy Y'all talk about killing, it don't surprise me Tripping 'bout a nigga, don't judge me wisely
But I ain't 'bout to holler or scream at you You can look in my eyes and tell what I'd do I'm a charge at niggas and you know I'm true But goddammit, fuck nigga this one for you
I know how it go, I done been out there before Heard it's goddamn time to blow Stomping niggas down till they don't want no more Trying to get some Polo's straight out the store
Some gone, some just can't let it go I might laugh and joke but I'll let a nigga know I'm the same motherfucker from 84 And I still do it in the aftershow
And I don't like to feel like I'm being tried I ain't bullet-proof, plenty nigga done died But I damn sho' ain't finna go and hide I got one on me and I'm down to ride
I ain't trying to say I got all the game I got fame but a million I can't claim So respect me playa and I'll do the same But neither one is guaranteed to have the best aim
Well, I'm just gonna tell you We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it And all that acting you doing, we see through it Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it
The revolution has begun Handle your business playa Devoted to the game and dope Cut-throat ways will get you paid in full Pull a rabbit out the hat trick, magical quick
Slick it's like a porn flick Umm, imagine having money so big It makes you look like a pig Get your big behind
You remind me of swine with your fat nose Stuck in your pose and thread bed that shawty Lame with your game, put it all on the table Got your label and your fast cars And your bodyguard looking hard
Throwing your cheese, for them rats its snacks I'm like a egg bout' to hatch, Tony, horny, I'm macaroni Commercialize suckers looking like busters I'd ride for the kings and queens of my motherfucking team
Spark in the night, umm, we 'bout to fight Haters, come and say that shit Dammit these fools gonna have to take us together How the fuck, ever you want it, get to it, Swats
Well, I'm just gonna tell you We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it And all that acting you doing, we see through it Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it
The streets making you feel like a real G But we Georgia finest, our Fulton County fleet You still putting thangs up in your mouth 'Cause you been pacifired, since you was knee-high
All your life in school, that's the reason Why you couldn't learn nothing? Runt, at the tender age of 18 Books no longer hold your attention span Short term but you can sho' enough count that green
Something you just can't coach Don't sing it, bring it I usually caught me at least one fool a game You can only phanthom pain, I don't have to
But don't let me get on a case of this drank Leak to my heart, elevate to my brain Make you wanna walk that plank You'd better swim motherfucker 'Cause bullshit don't float, you are what you eat
See you remind of this goat That I had by the hairs of his chinny-chin-chin Curbing over some yellow rice, you can't do shit Might as well hit the graveyard shift
Somewhere at McDonalds or Burger King Grab a taste or spill, over some hairs, nobody cares And we do assholes that grip leather chairs
Well, I'm just gonna tell you We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it And all that acting you doing, we see through it Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it
I used to hang out, smoke out, fuck out, bang out Run your mouth wrong, got your front tooth took out On the spot bodies with no heads, no legs, no feet Left em' out in the open scoping that ass out for weeks
Never speaking, busting, breaking brains Berettas brought the rain back and forth Trigger action, snatch it up, load it up Hit the door, gotta call, yo' he at the mall
Fuck it all, hit 'em one, two, three times I was scared the first shot But liked the second and third Left him hollering and screaming
Dreaming for another chance to live Had it up yesterday but today its mine Bust your ass one more time For the niggas on the grind, so go and hide
Well, I'm just gonna tell you We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it And all that acting you doing, we see through it Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it