Swizz Beatz - Let Me See Ya Do Your Thing lyrics

(Intro: Baby) Uh huh (off the top) Cash Money, Hot Boys (all to me n***a) You understand . . . Say Swizz, give it all to me, don't hold it back I want it, give it all, hit me in the chest wit it n***a (Verse: Baby) I got work, bricks, money, pistols Hoes have b**h-a** n***as runnin' with 'em Paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks It's llello cola, h**n and boulders Stunna Corleone, n***a I told ya this Mack dimes, doin' time Uptown riders everybody been dinin' It's third wall nothin' but these uptown souljas N-Y G's, the barrel high rolla' It's Swizz and Stunna, in a Ram stuntin' (wa**up) 20 inches, nothin' under (wa**up) It's glocks and b**hes we been k**in' snitches (oh) Work? f** the Feds, n***a we livin' (oww) Yo ask me twice I ain't neva been nice Always been a gangsta poppin' willas don't bite (Chorus: Swizz Beatz) Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ballin' Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ridin' (Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing) Oh no, where's the b**hes? Let me see you do ya thing - yo, where's my n***as? Let me see you do ya thing - (c'mon) yo! buy the bar Let me see you do ya thing - gon' floss ya sh** (Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing) C'mon, rep ya hood Let me see you do ya thing (Verse: Yung Wun) I got the MJ 220 on the streets of Atlanta Wit the 360 Modena parked diamond savanna Life's too short, so a n***a stretch the Porsche and put the big screen in it It's like a n***a at the movies when he sittin' in it, picture seems so vivid The windows all tinted, marble flo's in it I got doe like Bill when the chip was invented So it's, no thing for me to pull a few strings to Get a, few things that cost a few G's You ain't pa**ed it down to me, so it has to be Way it be, as you see I'm tryin' to find me a place in the hills Put a blighty in the backyard and move right back to the ville I'm a always be where it's real (n***a) And chill where the caps get peeled (what!) and n***as get k**ed 'Till I die I'm a live 'till I can't no more Sell crack and bust guns (what's up?) 'till I'm at the morgue (Chorus) (Verse: Baby) I'm real, I'm steel, I'm hard to k** Been packin' bullets, shoot out at will Stunna Corleone, sellin' he-roine Uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown Casey Brice, ten the price k** that n***a I'll shife his life It's Fresh, Stunna, Weezy, Turk, Swizz, Jada, DMX, let work b**h, n***a, I hate them n***as All I f** wit is these real a** n***as It's Ruff-Ryder, Cash Money D give me the name, I'll bust a hundred It's Ro-lex, hoe don't flex I'm worth* 200-mil, b**h what's next? It's full-surface, Swizz that's next n***a act up, we breakin' they neck (Chorus) (2x) (Outro) Whoa, whoa Break it out whoodi . . .