Riding in da Range wit my glock loaded,
Looking for this motherfucking snitch, he gon die in a ditch, how could he not know it,
Jamaican boys are killers; even da cops know it,
Pull up in da club with my thugz, we gon pop moet,
The gangstas gon love this young black poet,
Em dope boys took my spot, now I'm back for it,
Gangsta rap back, buss a shot for it,
If you got a stack, show it,
Ya bitch rubbin' on my cock, how could she not blow it,
Let it gon then come back for it,
Fuck em ho's motherfucker, get ya doe motherfucker.
Cho
This thug shit never stop homie,
Do ya thing...
I'm on da block wit' my glock on me,
Do ya thing...
Got X, got rocs on me,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston,
Got da K in da Range nigga,
Do ya thing...
This thug shit is in my veins nigga,
Do ya thing...
No way! I'll never change nigga,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston.
Verse 2
We getting money, thought I told ya,
Cry Nation motherfucker, you don't want it with my soldiers,
New York on my shoulders,
I'm a spark till it's over,
Till my heart stop beating and I'm stinking in this Rover,
Forever kosher,
Paid what I owed ya,
You was there, in da kitchen with da soda,
Trying to fulfil da quota,
Need a key of that coca,
When da cops came, hid em thing in da sofa,
Never a joker,
I'm a don like Sosa,
I'm rapping now, success is gettin' closer,
Uh Huh!
Cho
This thug shit never stop homie,
Do ya thing...
I'm on da block wit' my glock on me,
Do ya thing...
Got X, got rocs on me,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston,
Got da K in da Range nigga,
Do ya thing...
This thug shit is in my veins nigga,
Do ya thing...
No way! I'll never change nigga,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston.
Verse 3
Step in da building, Rollie shining on my wrist,
Step in da building, I'm a grind on ya bitch,
Hey ma, what's ya name? Who ya wit?
This ain't no game, Cry Nation run this shit,
My pocket weak, hit da streets, move a brick,
The king back, pussy nigga move ya shit,
New York rappers sounding South to make a hit,
That shit lame, niggaz change to be rich,
I'm still da same spitting flames from my lips,
Magic man, coke or dope, Make a wish,
Nigga!
Cho
This thug shit never stop homie,
Do ya thing...
I'm on da block wit' my glock on me,
Do ya thing...
Got X, got rocs on me,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston,
Got da K in da Range nigga,
Do ya thing...
This thug shit is in my veins nigga,
Do ya thing...
No way! I'll never change nigga,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston.
This thug shit never stop homie,
Do ya thing...
I'm on da block wit' my glock on me,
Do ya thing...
Got X, got rocs on me,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston,
Got da K in da Range nigga,
Do ya thing...
This thug shit is in my veins nigga,
Do ya thing...
No way! I'll never change nigga,
Do ya thing...
Do ya thing son, straight outta Kingston.
Outro
All my niggaz from Brooklyn,
Do ya thing...
All my niggaz from da Bronx,
Do ya thing...
All my niggaz from Queens,
Do ya thing...
Ridin' round wit' that beam,
Do ya thing...
Cry Nation be da team,
Do ya thing...