Do It Man (Featuring Big Noyd) - Masta Ace/Big Noyd

Check it out yo 'ey yo

They call me big noyd the one that smack the taste out

Your f**king 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 f**king 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 ni**a 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 ni**a let's get it on

I set it off I start long blows

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

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

A skinny ni**a but up on the streets I'm a beast motherf**ker

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 f**k around niggaz know our style yep

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 ni**a 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 ni**a 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 ni**a with the nine skin is black as mine

This is how they do it man

Sawed off shot screaming give me what you got ni**a

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