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Cradle 2 the Grave Soundtrack lyrics Do Sumptin lyrics [Verse 1] Do Sumptin, Do Sumptin, that's right nigga You left the burner at home? Let's fight nigga Hold up, stand back, where your man at? You want beef with Comp, you can can that Back up, back up, clear the hole nigga I can arrange to have your shit swoll nigga I don't give a flyin fuck, nope My iron tucked three inches below the gut I mean, don't try me, you don't wanna die man I'm aiming at his head, send bullets through his eye, man Lights out, fight's out, I knock your lights out We bring the knives, bats, and metal pipes out We can (we can) do it (do it) rumble (rumble) raw (raw) Hit him in his face, watch him tumble (tumble) fall (raw) Watch him run and make a phone call (call) I look at your crew and say "Fuck all y'all!" [Chorus] He disrespected you, you gotta do sumptin! He waved the tec at you, you better do sumptin! Don't be a bitch now nigga, do sumptin! Dont' stand and look around nigga, do sumptin! Your man beefin with dude, you better do sumptin! You said hi and shorty got rude, you better do sumptin! Don't be a bitch now nigga, do sumptin! Don't stand and look around nigga, do sumptin! [Verse 2] You either do nuthin or do sumptin You in the club with that silver on, bitch you frontin And my niggas not havin that Don't wear nothin nice, they be grabbin that (give me!) Sometimes in the streets, but really in the club And these types of niggas be really in the club High and drunk, ready to fight Bumpin into everybody, steppin on their Nikes So watch out, watch out, they pull glocks out Everybody yellin "Duck down, nigga, watch out!" Guns pop out, hearts pop out, macks slappin at backs make her's pop out And baby (baby), knock (knock), tell 'im who to shoot (shoot) Little (little), guns (guns), fit into their boot (boot) But your man is weak and he ain't used to beef He got approached now he's scared to speak [Chorus] [Verse 3] Don't play with me, I ain't him, I shank him Dude better watch his mouth Yeah, see the (???) comin out the pouch around my waist Barber shop knife cut around your face And when them guns out, guns out, like a four-four Some hit the floor-floor or run to the door-door I hate to see a man hit up Everybody yellin at him like "Bitch get up!" He on the floor with a hole in his got, on his back and his butt Layin lifeless, his eyes be shut Girls get accidentally knocked out Everybody runnin to their cars but they locked out They lost their keys, they searchin around bush And the (????) be hittin the ground So when you tired of gettin bitched for nothin Try to earn your respect next time, nigga do sumptin [Chorus] Other Cradle 2 the Grave Soundtrack lyrics: X Gon'Give It To Ya lyrics Go To Sleep lyrics What's It All For? lyrics Follow Me Gangster lyrics Stompdashitoutu lyrics My Life (Cradle 2 The Grave) lyrics Fireman lyrics Drop Drop lyrics I'm Serious lyrics Right\Wrong lyrics Hand That Rocks The Cradle lyrics Off The Hook lyrics |