Let's Do It Lyrics - Decade - Sticky Fingaz

(featuring Columbo & X-1) 

Fuck niggaz though it was man? 

Right, right, uh-huh 

I'ma holla at 'em dog 

Nah mean 

Got my nigga, Mike be 

South suicide Queens 

X-million, bout to tear it down wit my nigga 

You know? Stick holla at 'em dog 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

I'm gettin tired of the war stories, kid I heard 'em all 

And before they could fake and make up another one that's false 

I'ma take it and break it down, so y'all could knock it off 

It's my call, in my corner they too soft 

Mr. I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck, don't need much 

But heat in the truck, weed in the dutch, beats I'm beatin 'em up 

Streetsweepin 'em up, niggaz deals is suckers 

More than the game, don't let the fame go to your brain 

I'm still in the rain, where lives get caught in the drain 

It's nothin to me, niggaz ain't fuckin wit me 

I dump at your v and leave you niggaz slumped in your seat 

Jump if it's beef, but wolves need somethin to eat 

Nigga dollar signs cover my eyes, gucci material 

Bottom line, hand on my nine wit no serial 

First class flights and TV's is digital 

[Chorus] 

You could bust guns and get it right homey 

Up in the club, we came to get it gully 

Smoke weed, drink henny, man get it ugly 

Hard liquor for sure, cause we don't pop bubbly 

Load up your steel, nigga dump it only 

We don't talk, true story, all about our money 

From the streets we ride, you know our style homey 

If shorty want to bounce wit us then she out homey 

[X-1] 

Shit, cause it's all official 

Load your pistol, I ain't right and I'm sure to hit you 

Shoot through walls, you could die with your bitch too 

So ladies, get out the way first 

You gotta be kiddin dog, I got to spray first, nigga 

Turn your promotional van into a hearse 

Oh, bitches love the way I sit in the drop, pull up in the spot 

They suck cock off the strength of the watch 

Lil' homey, and that's alone 

Fuck you got guns for if your gats at home? 

You need to have 'em on your waste like me 

Run, duck, hide from the jake like me 

Been around the world on fake ID 

I got businesses, shot witnesses 

Bottom line: X-1 is hot with this shit 

[Chorus] 

[Columbo] 

Yo woozy, googly and cookie 

Roofies and usually on two-three 

Luny, disrespectful and moody 

Stupid, I hate the world I'm too into me 

Drink until I throw up and smoke until I tweak 

Can't see me settle for less until I peak 

Two milly, I'm too willy 

Fifty thousand pills a week, I'm too filthy 

Stocks and realty, crops and feel we 

Scotch and wisky, I pop til I'm twisty 

Talented and gifty, fuck til I'm limp D 

I'm so empty, everybodies finish