Just Do It/Poochie (Break)

We'll 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 its 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 bulletproof, 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

We'll 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 its 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, ummmm 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

Pass my my nine's

We'll 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, thats 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 fathom 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

We'll 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 it's mine

Bust your ass one more time, for the niggas on the grind

Now go and hide

We'll I'm just gonna tell you

We ain't bout' that talking homeboy, we'll do it