YOUNG RJ - Things We Do lyrics

Yeah [T3] I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie About me and mine Yo, run it back, run it back I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie About me and mine I squeeze them nines, from behind the blinds I leave you flat in ground in the pinebox I'm not a k**er wit' mine But I get Rid of n***a to get piece of mine If you got the bar separate me from mine I must be dope for you to steal my style Try to take my sound Yo, run it back, run it back I must be dope for you to steal my style Try to take my sound You don't want those pieces out Better yet you better kneel in church Don't want these heard Put a hole through your Dittrich fur Your little style that you got is so minimal Is you ready to swing blows with a griminal [Hook]x2 Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we do to you Things we doing [Elzhi] You heard the click Pushin', scurshin' whips New Shearlings kicks Two words I'm sick Run it back, I'm sick Every verse I spit That a curse I've writ I find the words that fit They come together like hoes on the curb for dick On a urge to trick For them services Call me sir or if... You prefer to diss Get turned and twist Whoah Nervousness I curtain piss, on any n***a that's lame Call me sick and insane Talkin' chickens for brains Shift the stick in the range When I click and I bang n***as pick up your frame, till you lifted in shame They goin' down quite quick like a wick went in flame I'm in the wickedest game Run it back, wickedest game Don't get stick for your chain It's the Slum to the Villa, your heads' unda the pillow Why? (We're coming to k** ya) [Hook] [Break] Introducing the world famous, Slum Village Are ya'll Ready baby? Let me know if ya'll ready All the way from De-(Dj scratches) Detroit [Elzhi] Yeah Yeah You look and stare I see you shook in prayer I bust at you, (bang) they cuffin' who? What you wanna do? 1 2, you wanna (uh) For sho' ya do, if you hold a crew [T3] I don't need a clip, to bust your lip I run your sh**, with a swift fist If you gonna talk the sh** (talk the sh**) I'm aiming quick (aiming quick) You better run (better run) Cause I don't miss (cause I don't miss)