Tre-8 - Do What U Wanna lyrics

(Code 6) Whoa na n***as, it's that wicked Westbank puttin' it down again Worldwide status, you know how we do it Off top baby, it's a street thing Chorus (Tre-8): n***a do what'cha wanna Maintain, do ya thing how you wanna Any n***a talk stupid he's a goner Body bag, toe tag, call the coroner, whoa n***a do what'cha wanna Maintain, do ya thing how you wanna Any n***a talk stupid he's a goner Body bag, toe tag, call the coroner, whoa First Chorus (Tre-8): Paper chaser off top Livin' foul cuz you hot Slugged up, thugged out, on your way to the top Too hot for these b**hes, lil' Daddy, you on fire Hoes they admire your whole attire cuz you not for a shopper Then your peers, look here, you the sh** Role' around your wrist, livin' life like you rich It's a part of the game to maintain so do your thang These b**hes know they can't hang So you glisten like a chain Shinin' and big timin' Blindin' like a diamond Hoes, steady whinin' cuz you always shinin' Drivin', in a Benz, next day in a Lex With a triple beamer but it ain't finished yet Faw, they can't take ya, shive is in your nature Hoes they wanna date'cha n***as wanna erase ya That's a technical foul, throw them b**hes out the game Well get it, how you live, in other words do your thang Chorus Second Verse (Code 6): Man, these n***as don't know my steez I throw the beats Talk a b**h down to her knees when it comes to makin' cheese n***a please, I only a**ociate with G's Ice Mike Entertainment we bring it to you with ease Swarmin' like k**er bees In your system like weed And your hood, and your radio and TV And we all in, haters wanna see us fallin' You think we ballin', but still blunts be callin' We got dealers and k**as in every ward Lil' thugs with Dillingers in their back pocket, now that's hard Runnin' you n***as heads, bodies turnin' up dead Raw is how we play it You know somethin'? Better not say it Witnesses don't make it out And it don't matter how you hear it Or if you see it don't open up your f**in' mouth Mindin' your business is a plus And holdin' court on the street is a must Especially for us Chorus Third Verse (Zeeda): Slugged up, thugged out Takin' n***as out It's the b**h with the clout Comin' straight from the South With the boots in my mouth The ice around my neck Now watch this b**h flex Cuz I'm rollin' in a Lex Got it up in the game Goin' out with a bang Somethin' like a rig or tanks And I'm stickin' like a stain Wet them boys in the brain Comin' sharper than a pane k**in' hoes no remains Got some dope? I'll leave 'em drained I'm the b**h with the ice Roll a seven on the dice Trigga platinum on the sights So you know we ain't nothin' nice And I'm all about the price Buy weight or your life Keeps a pistol or a knife Try to f** me we gone fight Rest up all with your wife Sleepin' on the bunk tonight Met my bail, watch me kite f** a ride, watch me hike Mail came, all the night See a b**h all in the stripes But I say I can't f** around, Lil' P-P ain't nothin' nice Chorus