
Do Ya Thing (Remix) Cam'ron
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[Intro]
This is a remix (remix, remix)
Dipset, Killa Cam
DukeDaGod (a remix, remix)
Killa, Killa!
[Verse 1]
Uh, I make cheddar that's cheddar, you gotta say bravo
Ma, mess with me, I'm better than lotto
Got more than a million, fuck a dollar and a dream
You don't even need a dollar, holla at the team
Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens
Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans
Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens
Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene
And you're not from the regime, and I'm popular with fiends
No gossip, they cop it, crotched up in a lean
Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean
Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam
And you love the way I'm bouncin' it, weed I roll a pound of it
Y'all niggas are counterfeit, money I stay countin' it
Throw a punch and I counter quick, down to flip
Beef I love the sound of it, your crib'll be surround and, and
[Chorus]
Do your thing, do your thing, do it (this is, a remix)
Do your thing, do your thing, do it
Do your thing, do your thing, do it
Do your thing, do your thing, do it (this is, a remix)
More killin' killin', more killin' killin' for Killa, Killa
More killin' killin', more killin' killin' for Killa, Killa
More killin' killin', more killin' killin' for Killa, Killa
More killin' killin', more killin' killin' for Killa, Killa
(Dipset, Killa!)
This is a remix (remix, remix)
Dipset, Killa Cam
DukeDaGod (a remix, remix)
Killa, Killa!
[Verse 1]
Uh, I make cheddar that's cheddar, you gotta say bravo
Ma, mess with me, I'm better than lotto
Got more than a million, fuck a dollar and a dream
You don't even need a dollar, holla at the team
Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens
Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans
Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens
Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene
And you're not from the regime, and I'm popular with fiends
No gossip, they cop it, crotched up in a lean
Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean
Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam
And you love the way I'm bouncin' it, weed I roll a pound of it
Y'all niggas are counterfeit, money I stay countin' it
Throw a punch and I counter quick, down to flip
Beef I love the sound of it, your crib'll be surround and, and
[Chorus]
Do your thing, do your thing, do it (this is, a remix)
Do your thing, do your thing, do it
Do your thing, do your thing, do it
Do your thing, do your thing, do it (this is, a remix)
More killin' killin', more killin' killin' for Killa, Killa
More killin' killin', more killin' killin' for Killa, Killa
More killin' killin', more killin' killin' for Killa, Killa
More killin' killin', more killin' killin' for Killa, Killa
(Dipset, Killa!)
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