Imma Do It

Release date: 28th July 2009

About This Track

Fabolous and Kobe navigate the pressures of street life over a production that mirrors the weight of their circumstances. The track builds its argument through accumulation: the block, the boys, demanding partners, the constant threat of violence, the surveillance of law enforcement. Each line adds another layer to the stress Fabolous describes, the sense of being hemmed in by forces beyond his control. Fabolous responds with swagger and deflection. His verses are built on wordplay and bravado, turning insults back on his detractors and asserting his style as a form of armour. But the chorus, anchored by Kobe's refrain, keeps returning to the central tension: the speaker doesn't know what he'll do, only that he'll do something. It's a song about momentum without direction, about the compulsion to act when the pressure becomes unbearable.

"Imma Do It" is a track by Fabolous, released 28th July 2009. Full lyrics are available below.

Lyrics

Imma Do It

[Chorus: Kobe]

The block got my back

And my boys do too

And my baby mama trippin'

Said she need more loot

Every block, every hood

Every ghetto got beef

Got a heater on my lap

And another in the back

Shit, how I’m supposed to cope

With all this stress on me?

Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me

I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it (I'ma do it)

Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it (I'ma do it)

I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]

Yeah!

Feelin' just like JFK

In the city that let 'em fly like JFK (Ayy)

Sometimes LaGaurdia

I ain't gone lie to ya

If looks could kill

Then my style might body ya

That's why I'm with naudia

I call my gun naudia

When she say hi to ya

It's buh-buh-bye to ya

Make it sound like Saudi Arabia

Maybe the haters should

Watch what he say to her

You think

[Pre-Chorus: Kobe]

I can hold my head high and die

Or I can live and duck

My attitude is celibate

I don't give a fuck

[Chorus: Kobe]

The block got my back

And my boys do too

And my baby mama trippin'

Said she need more loot

Every block, every hood

Every ghetto got beef

Got a heater on my lap

And another in the back

Shit, how I’m supposed to cope

With all this stress on me?

Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me

I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it

Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it

I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

Yeah!

Now who are you to tell me

How to conduct myself

Why don't you practice safe sex

And go fuck yourself

The rumor is that I'm a hazzard to a sucka's health (Oh-oh)

I coulda told you that (Oh-oh)

Yeah I coulda told you that (Oh-oh)

Picture me, not fly

Where's them exposures at? (Oh-oh)

Right here, on my lap (Oh-oh)

That's where my composure's at (Oh-oh)

I'm back like a gun cock

I'm so cool that

If I go to hell

All I need is my sun block

[Pre-Chorus: Kobe]

Nigga hold ya head high and die

Or live and duck

My attitude is celibate

I don't give a fuck

[Chorus: Kobe]

The block got my back

And my boys do too

And my baby mama trippin'

Said she need more loot

Every block, every hood

Every ghetto got beef

Got a heater on my lap

And another in the back

Shit, how I’m supposed to cope

With all this stress on me?

Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me

I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it

Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it

I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

[Verse 3: Fabolous]

I mean let's be honest

You never liked a nigga

Tryna lesbian-us

So I kept the strap on

Clap off, clap on

Lights out, like flights out

You could be departed

Never me who started

I Lambo Gallard-ed

I am vehically challenged

That means the car is retarded

But regardless

I'm "Tin Man" heartless

No love

Hey son, lookin' for love?

Get a show on VH1

[Pre-Chorus: Kobe]

Nigga hold ya high and die

Or live and duck

My attitude is Virgins

Still don't give a fuck

[Chorus: Kobe]

The block got my back

And my boys do too

And my baby mama trippin'

Said she need more loot

Every block, every hood

Every ghetto got beef

Got a heater on my lap

And another in the back

Shit, how I’m supposed to cope

With all this stress on me?

Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me

I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it

Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it

I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Track details

Imma Do It

2009

Imma Do It

Imma Do It

Production & Engineering