Uncle Murda - Do Someting lyrics

[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 k** 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 n***a said ? When they come to I city that n***a 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 motherf**ers What don't k** me make me tougher Seeing n***as 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 [Verse 2] They say the South winning cause they all get along It done changed that none of 'em dudes don't get along Gucci beefin' with Jeezy, beefin' with Yo Gotti Beefin' with Yung Jock, he beef in with everybody Ross beefin' with Jeezy, Yo Gotti ain't full of Plies Jeezy & Blue Fella just tell me who got the pies They tried to smoke Rick Ross in his whip Was it the GD's or Jeezy & the Crips ? If this ain't the hardest record on Flex tape Then Ray J & Kim K ain't make a s** tape I said what you won't hear from nobody else Flex, who they mad at, me or theyself ? This is not what they expected They thought this was gon' be a strip club record (This ain't Cali) Instead I got n***as acting wreckless In the strip club, strippin' n***as with their necklace [Hook] [Verse 3] Real recognize real I don't get along with the fake Oh I must be doing something right Cause I'm the one everybody hate Bite my tongue for no one I be sayin' what the f** i want I'm ready for the problems We can do it however you want [Hook]