[Intro: Sample from "Overture Of Foxy Brown" by Willie Hutch]
(Sugar don't do it)
(Noooooo)
(Don't let 'em down)
[Verse 1: Freeway]
State Property and Roc is the label, I keep the burner by the navel
So don't you think about stoppin me, that nigga
(Young Hov) he bring businesses to the table
So I ride for 'em, (blast for 'em), hit y'all niggas with the Mag
Y'all think we fallin off (no, no, no, no, no, no)
Hammers leave you torn apart, dump your body with the trash
Freeway, flow right where he left it
I'm from the hood where they will clap any second (do it)
These niggas up to no good
Roll up on you while you're roll in your woods (no, no, no, no, no, no)
You never stood a chance, hood claims another man
Hammers stay with rubber grip, wrap change in rubber bands
Once broke, now the dough is pathetic
And so is the niggas I ran with, they'll wet you
They will get you, they addicted to chasin niggas with weapons
So (baby don't do it), learn from the last eight losers
We had it locked for the last eight summers and I contribute to two of 'em
More like three, got more icy
And more heat to turn your white T, burgundy
So (baby don't do it), chea, this is more than just music
I will cock it, shoot it and leave you to lose it
Nigga (sugar don't do it), my nigga Beanie Sigel he'll lose it
He will cock it back and shoot it and leave you
Don't fuck with the people (do it)
Uh, if you think that you built (do it)
I think that you not, I think that I will
(no no, sugar don't do it), dump lead in your grill
Uh, you still tryin to be rich, I'm tryin to be Hoffa's can rhyme
But I'm in a bind, roll with the mobsters (no, do it)
Jay, Dame Dash and Hoffa, movie directors and authors, connects with the office
Freeway got connects with the bosses
I get a quote from the dealer, you connect with the auction, nigga
I'm still prepared for your squadron, I tear off my target vest
Cover my organs, Calico with the cartridge
(Sugar don't do it)
(Noooooo)
(Don't let 'em down)
[Verse 1: Freeway]
State Property and Roc is the label, I keep the burner by the navel
So don't you think about stoppin me, that nigga
(Young Hov) he bring businesses to the table
So I ride for 'em, (blast for 'em), hit y'all niggas with the Mag
Y'all think we fallin off (no, no, no, no, no, no)
Hammers leave you torn apart, dump your body with the trash
Freeway, flow right where he left it
I'm from the hood where they will clap any second (do it)
These niggas up to no good
Roll up on you while you're roll in your woods (no, no, no, no, no, no)
You never stood a chance, hood claims another man
Hammers stay with rubber grip, wrap change in rubber bands
Once broke, now the dough is pathetic
And so is the niggas I ran with, they'll wet you
They will get you, they addicted to chasin niggas with weapons
So (baby don't do it), learn from the last eight losers
We had it locked for the last eight summers and I contribute to two of 'em
More like three, got more icy
And more heat to turn your white T, burgundy
So (baby don't do it), chea, this is more than just music
I will cock it, shoot it and leave you to lose it
Nigga (sugar don't do it), my nigga Beanie Sigel he'll lose it
He will cock it back and shoot it and leave you
Don't fuck with the people (do it)
Uh, if you think that you built (do it)
I think that you not, I think that I will
(no no, sugar don't do it), dump lead in your grill
Uh, you still tryin to be rich, I'm tryin to be Hoffa's can rhyme
But I'm in a bind, roll with the mobsters (no, do it)
Jay, Dame Dash and Hoffa, movie directors and authors, connects with the office
Freeway got connects with the bosses
I get a quote from the dealer, you connect with the auction, nigga
I'm still prepared for your squadron, I tear off my target vest
Cover my organs, Calico with the cartridge
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