[Ol' Dirty ba*tard sample] All my babies get big, all my babies get big I'mma come and see ya'll, don't worry about it I'mma come and see ya'll, Uncle Dirty gon' come see ya'll when he get down Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... [Intro: Buddha Monk] I don't know what y'all doin' this for But we doin' this for our n***a Dirt Dog It's the Brooklyn Zu and we gotta be thankful for this And we doin' this for all our people out there So all my people out there that's ready to get down with us I just want y'all to do one thing... smell me [12 O'Clock] I do it for them chicks who caught a baby from a rape And f**ed that n***a raw and caught their period late She-she's on welfare, get a hundred and sixty eight Her bills one seventy, seed need a birthday cake The lazy-a** chick who don't clean, cook or bake And plays the couch, Jim Jones, Rick Lake "Hello" when I enter the door, pull my pants to the floor Want me f** the p**y 'til it's sore I do it for the rich, middle-cla** and the poor The projects, the suburbs, the liquor store I'm the rap law in here, do it for the sneaks and the gear that I wear The sound of a tec when it's blastin' in the air I do it for the piss in the project stairs, for a breath of fresh air I do it for that beat that's bangin' in my ear My Brooklyn Zu n***as is here [Chorus x2: Preacherman] Livin' in this world is crazy And it been so hard but we made it Everything the Zu been through Thank all the fans you know how we do [K-Blunt] First of all, who said it gotta be that way? I don't wanna be the last one to pray today I don't wanna go to sleep, knowin' sh** ain't right I don't wanna hear my mom fight my dad tonight All I wanna do is go to school and get good marks Graduate, get a job, get that hurt out of heart For the children that thought, all they had was pain I do it for the umbrella to stop that rain They say we do it to breed k**as and g**ners We don't do it like y'all do it, we do it for coat hangers And bu*ter for that bread, that's ten days old Water and electricity to heat that cold For our grandparents who struggled for the right to speak We do it for them, through this mic we eat And we do it to this beat like makin' love so sweet We did ten shows at ten grand, that's a hundred K this week [Chorus x2] [Popa Chief] Aiyo the Devil could never make me do it, somebody had to do it I felt obligated to Z-U it Not because I wanted to, cuz I had to Nobody does it better, Brooklyn Zu forever We stay chasin' chicks and cheddar Through the rough and stormy weather we gon' make it together Blaze a forest, pour out a whole keg of beer For the warriors that we lost that are no longer here For the big bucks, the big trucks, the groupies that blow and s** For all my n***as with the big thangz tucked For the baby mamas and them seeds, the pink slips and them D's For all our fans who right here to overseas When we do it, it gets done right Murderin' mics, the gunfights, hustlin' mornin' to midnight Back to daylight, from the street bikes to the chrome bikes Popa Chief do it just because it feels right [Chorus x2] [Outro: Preacherman + extra harmonizing] Keep movin'... yeah, keep movin'...