Do Ya ThangHey, hey, hey (do ya thang) hey (do ya thang) hey (do ya thang) hey, hey (do ya thang) hey, hey (X2)
Fresh out the house got the beat on suicide as I ride up and down Martin Luther King Drive, standin tall lookin down on the bloody boys snitchin all day I look around on the block.
I'm in a silver SL five pound on the block, aintcha ever seen a young playa clown on the Draw,
(do ya thang) Aint nuttin to a G gang spit fluently, gruesome hoe's pursuin me,
as if there's more than two of me