Do It Man Lyrics - A Long Hot Summer - Masta Ace

(feat. Big Noyd) 

[Big Noyd] 

Check it out yo, 'ey yo 

They call me Big Noyd, the one that smack the taste out 

Your fucking mouth, I keep it gutter that's what I be about 

That's what I breathe, what I eat, that's what I shitted out 

I'm from the streets and I'm a G and I know nothing else 

Like when there's beef I grap a Tec from the fucking shelve 

Stuff it in my jeans step on the scene, ruin your health 

Snitches run their mouth, that's why I do it myself 

No need to co, there's noone ratting me out 

Just to find the guy, I keep it gully nigga ride out 

Before my thuns come and air out your hide out 

Matter fact say no more, your raw to grap your four 

Your scared to call your dog, nigga let's get it on 

I set it off, I start long blows 

Knock your ass out and leave your dead with a bloody nose 

Winking to your front door, who you know as raw as me 

A skinny nigga, but up on the streets i'm a beast, motherfucker 

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[Hook: Big Noyd] 

Yeah, yeah, this is how we do it man 

We busting them chrome nines and running from one time 

This is how we do it man 

My mind on my money and my money on my mind, yep 

This is how we do it man 

We strap with them big gats, and chases some cool cat 

This is how we do it man 

We hold it down we don't fuck around niggaz know our style, yep 

[Masta Ace] 

Hope I don't get shot today 

'cause I heard some niggaz letting off rounds, like a block away 

It's like walking through Vietnam 

Sorrounded by americans dressed like the vietcom 

See that kid, 16, try to cop a gat 

Ever since he was a brat he been a copy-cat 

And he ain't scared to pull it blood 

So I better watch my step or I might catch a bullet slug 

See there's all kinds of rival stuff 

We all in the line of fire nigga, and survival's tough 

Send my son to the store, 'cause there's mole on the bread 

They might send him home with a hole in the head 

And just like 'Windex Cleaner' 

It's clear that niggaz settle problems with their index finger 

And my moms has yet to strove 

'cause she know that folks catches strays like pet control 

These are dangerous times, the life's on the line 

A nigga might get it by the knife or the nine 

I gotta stay awake when I hold the cake 

'cause the grim reaper looking for a soul to take 

And the next cat may be him 

So I look over my shoulder, when I'm standing at the ATM 

Ya can go 'head and worry 'bout the crackers, fine 

But that nigga with the nine, skin is black as mine 

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[Hook: Masta Ace] 

This is how they do it man 

Sawed-off shot, screaming give me what you got, nigga 

This is how they do it man 

Straight off blunt spillers and natural born killers 

This is how they do it man 

Chrome play the nine, put your life on the line, woaw 

This is how they do it man 

Holding down the block, the plot just won't stop, no