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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beanie Sigel
Beanie Sigel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beanie Sigel
Beanie Sigel
Composer
Ricardo Thomas
Ricardo Thomas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rock
Rick Rock
Producer
Rick Rock for Cypher Cleff Music
Rick Rock for Cypher Cleff Music
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Shit, I don't do much
Ya mean?
Smoke weed, fuck bitches
Get paper cuts, count' money
I'm just chillin', ya mean?
Ménage á trois
Quadrup á trois
Shit, I don't do much
[Verse 2]
Yo, I don't do much, you know mac stay sucker free
So please don't fuck with me
You don't really want war
You don't really want the heat from the four
You don't really want to eat out a straw
[Verse 3]
Man, you **** is broke, y'all **** ain't got no cash
Man, you **** ain't got no stash
Where your wheel and your rims?
'Motherfucker look at the heel on your Timbs
****, your walk and your talk, you **** is ass
[Verse 4]
Shit, I don't do much
You know Mac, lay in the cut
In the 'telly somewhere layin' the smut
Champelly, purple hayin' it up
Front row, A layin' it up
Or in the kitchen probably weighin' it up
[Verse 5]
On a mission probably sprayin' shit up
**** playin' too much
I try to chill but they be sayin' too much
But you know they don't say it to me
They don't play with me
You shit where you eat, you might as well lay in your pee
[Verse 6]
Shit, I don't do much
I don't do much
Shit, I don't do much
Ya mean?
Fuck, fuck
I don't do much
I be chillin' man, I don't know about y'all though
Shit, I don't do much
[Verse 7]
I roll a L, go in the booth
Spark it up, start blowin' the truth
I don't do much, I smoke weed, pop pills, sip water
Fuck it, keep it real, keep steel, give orders
[Verse 8]
Suckers, give out halves, squrrlies, y'all call it quarters
Youngin', take this eightball, 'cause you take long
And please, don't make me use this eight long
'Cause you could get all six up in your acorn
[Verse 9]
And trust me, you don't want that
You don't want Mac to snap on you cats
You don't really want no problems
You don't want me layin' under your squatter
You don't want me fire bombin' your house
[Verse 10]
You don't want me duct tapin' your mouth
Better yet pourin' lye in your mouth
You don't want me smackin' up your kids
You don't want me layin' up in your trash
Poppin' up, than I'm poppin' your ass
'Cause you won't do shit
[Verse 11]
I don't do much
Shit, I don't do much
Ya mean?
I just be chillin', I be smokin' man
I don't be thinkin' about y'all **** man
Ya mean?
I be chillin'
Shit, I don't do much
[Verse 12]
I just chill up in the middle of the block
Watch my youngin's make a killin' on the block
Tell 'em watch trucks who be wheelin' through the block
Get shot, get shucked with vans chillin' on the block
[Verse 13]
Shit, I don't do much
I just chill and relax a lot
I don't hustle, I just tax the block
Shit, I don't do much, I just roll out and play with tools
That make you faggots obey the rules
[Verse 14]
Shit y'all don't do much
But drink forties, look dumb on the block
Damn near forty, still runnin' from cops
Y'all don't do much
[Verse 15]
Y'all **** ain't stackin' no cash
That shit you pack got in crack in yo ass
Y'all don't give a fuck, y'all gon' get cuffed
And I'ma laugh when y'all get stuck
Shit, I don't do much
[Verse 16]
Ya mean?
Ya mean?
I don't do much
I don't give a fuck, man
Smoke weed, get high
Fuck bitches, that's my biz
[Verse 17]
I don't do much
Ya mean?
And I don't give a fuck
Ya mean four pound?
Shit, I don't do much
I don't do much
And I don't give a fuck
Written by: Beanie Sigel, Ricardo Thomas
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