Do It!

Verse 1-
Deadman Rashaun

Its all over, If I get to truck, This sucker's a punk-keep talking Imma get that thang.
and dump.
And I ain't worried about getting there what I got on my side,
will make the illest thug figure-duck run and hide.
And when I get to the trunk-you know what's up
Lock and load point and aim and commence to buck.
And I ain't worried bout the cops-I'll be gone when
they get there,
Fools talking greasy-pull the thang and their death scared.
I'm hood tested-baby mama approved
When it comes to knuckling up-I stick and move.
Dunny fronting like he's alfalfa
You're feeling yourself-losing your breath in hailing on that alfalfa.
Keep talking like we're getting paid- you know like me should no time to splurge-getting this money-back to the hood.
Got women on my team more diesel than men, cause when you come bucking for me, they're bucking your kin.

Chorus-

Because you're a fake, you're a snake, you're a punk and I knew it.
DoonDoon get up and show 'em how South Click Do It.


Verse 2-
DoonDoon

Ashes to ashes- dust to dust DoonDoon's fixing to kick up the fuss.
Cut the check it's in effect-since man wanna test, still I manifest until the early morn.
We keep hitting the scene-we gotta fight to climb, we gotta stay strike things change from the fame to the game.
The dirty dirty fixing to flourish, the dark days are fading away.
Come out play-one weak mind state-now you wanna hate-I stand strong.
I keep my eyes open-my advisories-I got 'em nervous, they don't wanna they don't wanna see me flourish.
As I lust for the fame- In the midnight lane, yo I'm here for a cause and time don't pause.
See here mess around and get your cap peeled, we can play this game-you know my name.

Chorus

Because you're a fake, you're a snake, you're a punk and I knew it, Deadman get up and show em how South Click Do It.


Verse 3
Deadman Rashaun


My cap game is air tight- hate on me that's obserd, the game's mine-I gotten looking stupid like Yung Berg.
You're a clown- Play EPMD you gotz to chill, AVE-Pro2col-CMG for real.
I'm a bully in this game- he gone get back how, he walking round half the size of Lil Bow Wow.
Don't act like you wanna get it- I'll bust you and your crew and them, this dude like four feet- he walking on two of them.
I'll turn your liver into manwhich, and hit him up with the same thing that I hit up his man with ,lyrics
ate straight bummy- a battle you'll get it from me, I' real as can be money- I'm ill you can see dunny.
See what I'm called- everything right with the game, I I ever get jumped- you and your man with them flames.
Who you know drop two albums at the same time, Universal and the dirty gave my crew all the shine.
Yea I sing a lil bit the male version of Lauren Hill, keep slipping- watch you get slapped like a **** for real.
Pro2col's the label – the crew AVE
DJ Caprice and who we represent CMG.


REPEAT 1ST CHORUS


Verse 4
DoonDoon


They walk and talk tough-but they get their hearts crushed, no one to trust they make it sound good.
They want to be king of the hill but they're soft,and get tossed with no love lost.
I'll take you the distance- yes I go to war in an instance, no where to run- when your time comes.
Yo I see what I see- Phonies in disguise, they wanna ride mines-fake cons- they wanna be dons.
They think they got all the sense-mess around get lynched, when down comes around where they at.
Hiding in the corner like some scared cats, behind closed doors- they make a lotta noise.
They playing billy bad **** but they look sad, kill your hopes and dreams just like a crack fiend.
I'm seeming sharp and stronger- I go gangsta on some prankster, ashes to ashes and dust to dust see ya whatcha think.~