I Don’t Do Much Beanie Sigel

[Intro]
Mmm
Shit, I don't do much
Y'kna'mean? Smoke weed, fuck bitches (Huh)
Get papercuts from counting money, menage à trois, nah mean? Quadruple à trois nah mean?
I just be chillin, y'kna'mean?
Shit, I don't do much
All that shit—what you expect, man?

[Verse 1]
Yo, I don't do much, you know Mack stay sucker-free
So please don't fuck with me, you don't really want war
You don't really want the heat from the four
You don't really wanna eat out a straw
Man you niggas is broke, y'all niggas ain't got no cash
Man, you niggas ain't got no stash
Where your wheel and your rims?
Motherfucker, look at the heel on your Timbs
Nigga, your walk and your talking—you niggas is ass
Shit, I don't do much—you know Mack, lay in the cut
In the 'telly somewhere, laying a smut
Champelly, purple hay'ing it up
Front-row, A laying it up
Or in the kitchen, prob'ly weighing it up
Or in a mission, prob'ly spraying shit up
Niggas playing too much
I try to chill, but they be saying too much
But you know they don't say it to me (Uh-huh)
They don't play with me
You shit where you eat, you might as well lay in your pee