Do Someting Uncle Murda

[Verse 1]
I know Big, looking down homie
If he was still here, he tells Flex he proud of me
Yeah, I make Brooklyn look good homie
And I patiently waiting to kill Suge homie
I ain't even know Big but I'm mad son
Told French tell Diddy drop the bag son
They probably like you heard what that nigga said ?
When they come to I city that nigga dead
When I come to ya city I be prepared
They breathe the same air as me I'm not scared
I'm from where they wake up drinking Hennessy
Your best friends'll smoke you before your enemies
I didn't tried to hug your baby mother
I grew up around some ill motherfuckers
What don't kill me make me tougher
Seeing niggas serve crack to their own mother

[Hook]
Whoever don't like me, DO SUMTHIN'
Purp yourself up, DO SUMTHIN'
Me and my crew dare ya to DO SUMTHIN'
We everywhere ya ain't gon' DO NUTHIN'
POP OFF or get POPPED ON
POP OFF or get POPPED ON
POP OFF or get POPPED ON
We gon POP like micro wave POP CORN