Do My Thing Lyrics[Intro: Sample]
Do my thing (Do what?)
Pick up the mic high, high
[Chorus x4: Samples]
Let me show you exactly how I do my thing (Do what?)
Pick up the mic high, high
[Verse 1: Godfather Don]
Fuckin' with me is like many doses of filled cirrhosis
My killas closest to peelin' foes with the will of Moses
I part domes and spark tones from breakin' mics
Makin' nights hell for those who sell them fakin' types
Biogenesis, it's exasperatin' man no matter the gap
I splatter your physical, lyrical lives
I batter at a rate of speed to make you bleed from the inner
Just a beginner then I inner bustin' the sinners
The crimson crust turns to dust 'cause I need it
Lungs bleed it, niggas layin' defeated but you couldn't see it
Notes I put 'em like remotes to your body, the Shotty smokes
For copyin' folks and leave 'em sloppy
Insane inside the putrified, D assigns, the G implies
Slide like astroglide in your backside
In darkness, mark wrists, provide targets
Embark artists and their heart is [?] with a scarred [?]
Lines are parallel and excel like monoliths
Don fail never clever and if you ever find a male
To match up, throw the stats up and ditchin'
Cranial incisions, the killer Christian's in a prison
My mind state debates at the gates of Hades
I'm sick as rabies and ladies remain cagey of Mercedes
80 proof liquor to knock a nigga horizontal
You find your mom bruised and kinda blind dudes and figure
I'ma find you, I'm good at the hunt stunts
Once I pick up scents of hemoglobin I'm open like a cunt
[Chorus x4: Samples]
Let me show you exactly how I do my thing (Do what?)
Pick up the mic high, high
[Interlude: Godfather Don]
Lay it on thick
[Verse 2: Godfather Don]
You know the motive like a locomotive
I show the focus and elevate your data like you own a Lotus
I'm known to smoke shit like hickory, picture me losin'
I'm usin' my mental matter to splatter niggas like Sicily
It'll be fatal, killings prenatals how I play you
When will you wake up, be the only god you've been [?]
[?], dejected if they're defective
Man forget it, fatter skills [?] erratics
I set it up like Nicaragua, bitch I scar ya
No tomorrow, the horrors when you step into my parlor
You know the father, I whip niggas into submission for cash flow
And bash mad foes as far dread goes
It's nuttin' but doom as I entomb and exhume
The next tunes vex soon as I connect boons
With my cerebral, me and my people cuttin' down a feeble
My steeple's poison destroyin' a many evils
[Chorus x4: Samples]
Let me show you exactly how I do my thing (Do what?)
Pick up the mic high, high
[Interlude: Godfather Don]
Yeah, continuin' with that filth
[Verse 3: Godfather Don]
You can't amass or surpass the elevation
The hell I'm raisin', it's amazin' like gazin' through bashed glass
My style's brutal, the results are quite heinous
You get wet like rain is, fuckin' famous when I'm bustin' anus
My game is, plain as my name is, the killer Christian
I fill your pistons and hittin' like ill addictions
Mixin' Hennessy and Alizé in the alleyway
Plus blunts, enough once that wanna go the violent way
Like Stallone I'm prone for demolition
Man, a specialist plus inner bitchin' clam, it's effortless
The display, the power of one
The hour has come for cowerin' scum to be hung
Devoured and done while some run but can't escape once
It's elemental at any venue
I send you through the hell that real men knew
So when will you stop frontin'?
'95 and ya still sayin' nuttin', nuttin'
[Chorus x8: Samples]
Let me show you exactly how I do my thing (Do what?)
Pick up the mic high, high
