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Mista Broadway - Do My Thing Lyrics



Mista Broadway - Do My Thing Lyrics




Eh yo niggas getting mad cause money yeah I'm getting it they raising they hands for help but still ain't getting it and how can I forgive when I never ever gave a shit you heard that eh yo shit sounds crazy well 1988 baby it made me I'm not a game boy so don't even try to play me and imma slave B until I'm in that tombstone or grave B and yes dog thats not a maybe and your block is like mash potatoes without the gravy the shit dry and I'm so fly when I die they gone have to bury me in the sky now I no why like dudes hating debating whether imma make it just face it my flow is complex and your shit is too basic I can leave bread crumbs on the floor and you still can't trace it I earned my spot no replacement. Stop hating get money mother f*cker if you did this way back you wouldn't be dummy mother f*cker you a gangsta in the booth but in public you a sucker theres a million fake niggas and nows theres another rapper talking bout selling crack busting gats yeah and after that they still have time to f*cking rap look I no rumors hurt but dog yo I'm stating facts careers running slow on the track pick up the slack or you getting lap or you getting slap if you react dog you need to relax before you relapse now yo lets recap yeah and while ya doing son I let the money stack like bundles and rip to my nigga stack bundles and getting fast cash and I don't fumble and my money talks and ya shit mumbles.
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Eh yo niggas getting mad cause money yeah I'm getting it they raising they hands for help but still ain't getting it and how can I forgive when I never ever gave a shit you heard that eh yo shit sounds crazy well 1988 baby it made me I'm not a game boy so don't even try to play me and imma slave B until I'm in that tombstone or grave B and yes dog thats not a maybe and your block is like mash potatoes without the gravy the shit dry and I'm so fly when I die they gone have to bury me in the sky now I no why like dudes hating debating whether imma make it just face it my flow is complex and your shit is too basic I can leave bread crumbs on the floor and you still can't trace it I earned my spot no replacement. Stop hating get money mother f*cker if you did this way back you wouldn't be dummy mother f*cker you a gangsta in the booth but in public you a sucker theres a million fake niggas and nows theres another rapper talking bout selling crack busting gats yeah and after that they still have time to f*cking rap look I no rumors hurt but dog yo I'm stating facts careers running slow on the track pick up the slack or you getting lap or you getting slap if you react dog you need to relax before you relapse now yo lets recap yeah and while ya doing son I let the money stack like bundles and rip to my nigga stack bundles and getting fast cash and I don't fumble and my money talks and ya shit mumbles.
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Writer: CHRISTOPHER COBAN
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Performed By: Mista Broadway
Language: English
Written by: CHRISTOPHER COBAN
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