Slum Village — Things We Do

[Intro: T3] Yeah [Verse 1: T3] I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie about me and mine Yo, run it back, run it back I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie 'bout me and mine I squeeze them nines from behind the blinds I'll leave you flat in the ground, in the pine box I'm not a killer wit' mine But I'll get rid of a nigga to get a piece of mind If you got the bars, separate me from mine I must be dope for you to steal my style Try to take my sound Yo, run it back, run it back I must be dope for you to steal my style Try to take my sound You don't want those pieces out Better yet, you'd better kneel in church Don't want these, heard? Put a hole through your Dittrich fur Your little style that you got is so minimal Is you ready to swing blows with a criminal? (What) [Chorus: T3 & Elzhi] Things we do to you Things we doing, doing Things we do to you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we doing, doing Things we do to you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we doing, doing Things we do to you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we doing, doing Things we do to you Things we doing [Verse 2: Elzhi] You heard the clique Push excursion whips New Shearling's kicks Two words, I'm sick Run it back, I'm sick Every verse I spit Got a cursive writ I find the words that fit They come together like hoes on the curb for dick On a urge to trick For them services Call me sir, or if You prefer to diss Get turban twist Woah, nervousness I curtain piss on any nigga that's lame Call me sick and insane Talkin' chickens for brains Shift the stick in the Range When I click and I bang Niggas pick up your frame 'Til you lifted in shame They goin' down quite quick like a wick when in flame I'm in the wickedest game Run it back, wickedest game Don't get sticked for your chain It's the Slum to the Villa Your head's under the pillow Why? (We're coming to kill ya) It's like that, bitch [Chorus: T3 & Elzhi] Things we do to you Things we doing, doing Things we do to you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we doing, doing Things we do to you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we doing, doing Things we do to you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we doing, doing Things we do to you Things we doing [Bridge] Introducing The world famous Slum Vi-Village Are y'all ready, baby? Let me know if y'all ready All the way from Det— (*Scratches*) Detroit [Verse 3: Elzhi & T3] Yeah, yeah You look and stare I see you shook in prayer I bust at you (Bang) They cuffin' who? What you wanna do? One, two, you wanna? (Uh) For sure you do (For sure you do) If you ho the crew (You ho the crew) I don't need a clip To bust your lip I run your shit With a swift fist If you gon' talk the shit (Talk the shit) I'm aiming quick (I'm aiming quick) You'd better run (You'd better run) 'Cause I don't miss ('Cause I don't miss)