What U Do

Naw what they wanna do with a nigga, come screw with a nigga
With a mind on countin’ figgers, head to the celin’
I’m killin’ all these rappers who fillin’ like I’ma chill on em’
Ice cold swag, the flow is pure adrenaline
Healin’ tha
People who’s hurt the opinions
Of Oprah but man, my dog, I just aint feelin’ her
Expression on a record is just that individual’s
Art so apart from sound why be so critical?
I stand in the booth so hard like I’m a Sentinel
Stealin’ all the shine from lames like I’m a criminal
Pitiful,
You talk with fear and that’s divisible
You’re the reason why I’m grabin’ on my genitals
Question hip-hop why not question the spiritual
Need to advance ahead instead drillin’ dude
He do what he do, so do what you do
And you best believe, I’m make it do what it do

I’m speakin’ on my niggaz that’s holdin’ them sweet potatoes
And suckin’ down them beans that taste like Now & Later’s
High like they few to the moon, fell in a crater
Here come dem jump out boies,
We split like the equator

Nigga on my porch they tell me about the cappers
They say a nigga drew down on duke askin’ for paper
I heard duke ate dem shots then made like they were cappers
Then spit one back at they’ ass and yelled “hatter!”

Yea this is what I see and hear around the block
Where the shop is 24/7, around the clock
And the pot looks hot like cauliflower in pots
And the rock get you popped if you don’t know to drop

What else can I scribe about, the real hip-hop
Nigga, what’s real to me is big bottle of scotch
So if you niggaz don’t mind just let me pop the top
And take shot after shot until my belly flops.