Do Sumthin Uncle Murda

[Verse 1]
I know Big, looking down on me
If he was still here, he'd tell 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 he come to our 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, uh
I did tried to hump your baby mother
I grew up around some ill motherfuckers
Wut 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 & my crew they ain't gotta DO SUMTHIN'
We everywhere you 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