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Do Ya (Big Shug)

Yeah, yo Ladies and gentlemen I present to you straight out the Gangstarr Foundation: BIG SHUG! Go ahead speak on... Catch me sipping on that moonshine tonic Freshly dipped in these hip hop garments You try to bomb it, I take it and disarm it Hit you in the gut now you vomit, Sean John all on it But I rock them wheels Real niggas pop up and stay right there Fake niggas stand down and stay right there This is street music so it stays right here Big shug, I spit fire for the hood For realness feel this, higher for the hood Blazing blocks, ripping internet some web pages I rip stages, with ?v-block? and singapore You want the raw? It's pure and uncut Me and my cats we're pure and uncut You niggaz is butt, so I say screw ya I bring them four fives and two twos to do ya I bring the fire to your grill, I barbecue ya I got the flames on blaze, just to do ya I'MA DO YA! ("Ease up, don't squeeze up") ("Then let it be known, I don't play" Latee) I bring the fire to your grill, I barbecue ya I got the flames on blaze, I'ma do ya I'MA DO YA! ("Ease up, don't squeeze up") ("Then let it be known, I don't play" Latee) You wouldn't know the truth if it bit you in the throat If it was written all over linen in your coat If it jumped up and slapped you to the floor If it banged in your head like ?two-one-four? You breath the fakeness, click click take this You fake rich, so you dont own shit And soon all your kids will just know That dad's homo and you scream: Oh no! I see through you, I ?peep? your concept You need to understand like Funkmaster Flex I drop bombs on nothing but real shit My hip hop is nothing but real shit Like hot bricks, it sticks to your ribs Front on me and I'll do ya, kid! I straight do ya! ("Ease up, don't squeeze up") ("Then let it be known, I don't play" Latee) It's a thin line between snitch and jake Between real and fake, between piehead and cake You snitch the jake and get killed Real niggaz pop, fake niggaz get drilled I make cake for moving, them pies and pills Fuck the gangsta overkill, I spit for real Deal is in place, rhymes is in place Jaw is out of place when you spit with this taste Or even approach with that disrespect I put two to your neck and beat your ass for wreck I straight do ya! ("Ease up, don't squeeze up") {DJ Premier scratches to the end}