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____)
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____

[Verse: Baby]
I got work, bricks, money, pistols
Hoes have b____-a__ n____s runnin' with 'em
Paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks
It's llello cola, heroin and boulders
Stunna Corleone, n____ 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' (wassup)
20 inches, nothin' under (wassup)
It's glocks and b____es we been killin' snitches (oh)
Work? f___ the Feds, n____ 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____es?
Let me see you do ya thing - yo, where's my n____s?
Let me see you do ya thing - (c'mon) yo! buy the bar
Let me see you do ya thing - gon' floss ya s___
(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____ stretch the Porsche and put the big screen in it
It's like a n____ 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 passed 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____)
And chill where the caps get peeled (what!) and n____s get killed
'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 kill
Been packin' bullets, shoot out at will
Stunna Corleone, sellin' he-roine
Uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown
Casey Brice, ten the price
Kill that n____ I'll shife his life
It's Fresh, Stunna, Weezy, Turk, Swizz, Jada, DMX, let work
b____, n____, I hate them n____s
All I f___ wit is these real a__ n____s
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____ what's next?
It's full-surface, Swizz that's next
n____ act up, we breakin' they neck

[Chorus] (2x)

[Outro]
Whoa, whoa
Break it out whoodi . . .