Ikay - Do Ya Thing lyrics

Verse 1 Riding in da Range wit my glock loaded, Looking for this motherf**ing snitch, he gon die in a ditch, how could he not know it, Jamaican boys are k**ers; even da cops know it, Pull up in da club with my thugz, we gon pop moet, The gangstas gon love this young black poet, Em dope boys took my spot, now I'm back for it, Gangsta rap back, buss a shot for it, If you got a stack, show it, Ya b**h rubbin' on my co*k, how could she not blow it, Let it gon then come back for it, f** em ho's motherf**er, get ya doe motherf**er. Cho This thug sh** never stop homie, Do ya thing... I'm on da block wit' my glock on me, Do ya thing... Got X, got rocs on me, Do ya thing... Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston, Got da K in da Range n***a, Do ya thing... This thug sh** is in my veins n***a, Do ya thing... No way! I'll never change n***a, Do ya thing... Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston. Verse 2 We getting money, thought I told ya, Cry Nation motherf**er, you don't want it with my soldiers, New York on my shoulders, I'm a spark till it's over, Till my heart stop beating and I'm stinking in this Rover, Forever kosher, Paid what I owed ya, You was there, in da kitchen with da soda, Trying to fulfil da quota, Need a key of that c**a, When da cops came, hid em thing in da sofa, Never a joker, I'm a don like Sosa, I'm rapping now, success is gettin' closer, Uh Huh! Cho This thug sh** never stop homie, Do ya thing... I'm on da block wit' my glock on me, Do ya thing... Got X, got rocs on me, Do ya thing... Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston, Got da K in da Range n***a, Do ya thing... This thug sh** is in my veins n***a, Do ya thing... No way! I'll never change n***a, Do ya thing... Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston. Verse 3 Step in da building, Rollie shining on my wrist, Step in da building, I'm a grind on ya b**h, Hey ma, what's ya name? Who ya wit? This ain't no game, Cry Nation run this sh**, My pocket weak, hit da streets, move a brick, The king back, p**y n***a move ya sh**, New York rappers sounding South to make a hit, That sh** lame, n***az change to be rich, I'm still da same spitting flames from my lips, Magic man, coke or dope, Make a wish, n***a! Cho This thug sh** never stop homie, Do ya thing... I'm on da block wit' my glock on me, Do ya thing... Got X, got rocs on me, Do ya thing... Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston, Got da K in da Range n***a, Do ya thing... This thug sh** is in my veins n***a, Do ya thing... No way! I'll never change n***a, Do ya thing... Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston. This thug sh** never stop homie, Do ya thing... I'm on da block wit' my glock on me, Do ya thing... Got X, got rocs on me, Do ya thing... Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston, Got da K in da Range n***a, Do ya thing... This thug sh** is in my veins n***a, Do ya thing... No way! I'll never change n***a, Do ya thing... Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston. Outro All my n***az from Brooklyn, Do ya thing... All my n***az from da Bronx, Do ya thing... All my n***az from Queens, Do ya thing... Ridin' round wit' that beam, Do ya thing... Cry Nation be da team, Do ya thing...