Do It Man

[Verse 1: Big Noyd] Check it out yo, ayo 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 1: 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 niggas know our style, yep [Verse 2: Masta Ace] Hope I don't get shot today Cause I heard some niggas letting off rounds, like a block away It's like walking through Vietnam Sorrounded by americans dressed like the Viet Cong 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 mold on the bread They might send him home with a hole in the head And just like 'Windex Cleaner' It's clear that niggas 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 [Chorus 2: 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