Things We Do

[Intro: T3]

Yeah

[Verse 1: T3]

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 'bout me and mine

I squeeze them nines from behind the blinds

I'll leave you flat in the ground, in the pine box

I'm not a killer wit' mine

But I'll get rid of a nigga to get a piece of mind

If you got the bars, 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'd 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 criminal? (What)

[Chorus: T3 & Elzhi]

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Things we doing, doing

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[Verse 2: Elzhi]

You heard the clique

Push excursion whips

New Shearling's kicks

Two words, I'm sick

Run it back, I'm sick

Every verse I spit

Got a cursive 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 turban twist

Woah, 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

'Til you lifted in shame

They goin' down quite quick like a wick when in flame

I'm in the wickedest game

Run it back, wickedest game

Don't get sticked for your chain

It's the Slum to the Villa

Your head's under the pillow

Why? (We're coming to kill ya)

It's like that, bitch

[Chorus: T3 & Elzhi]

Things we do to you

Things we doing, doing

Things we do to you

Things we doing

Things we do to you

Things we doing, doing

Things we do to you

Things we doing

Things we do to you

Things we doing, doing

Things we do to you

Things we doing

Things we do to you

Things we doing, doing

Things we do to you

Things we doing

[Bridge]

Introducing

The world famous

Slum Vi-Village

Are y'all ready, baby?

Let me know if y'all ready

All the way from Det— (*Scratches*)

Detroit

[Verse 3: Elzhi & T3]

Yeah, yeah

You look and stare

I see you shook in prayer

I bust at you (Bang)

They cuffin' who?

What you wanna do?

One, two, you wanna? (Uh)

For sure you do (For sure you do)

If you ho the crew (You ho the crew)

I don't need a clip

To bust your lip

I run your shit

With a swift fist

If you gon' talk the shit (Talk the shit)

I'm aiming quick (I'm aiming quick)

You'd better run (You'd better run)

'Cause I don't miss ('Cause I don't miss)