Do You lyrics

Artist  : Heather B 
Song : Do You



 Send "Do You" Ringtone to your Cell 

 What, what?
Bit*hes backstab with no remorse, f**k bit*hes
they get blasted when I'm lickin off, Heather B
Hard hitter, when I'm gettin off, these bit*hes
with no father figures they be trickin off, feel
me
They beez off the heez knees and naps to show
If they try to run between these I blow they
doors
Put the jinx on em all like they sophomores
Cause these bit*hes got the gall to holla
hardcore
I'm crackin jaws, Heather B the southpaw, with no
look
Give a f**k about these bit*hes, uhh, and that's
the hook
You know how I'm gon' get it, split it, off the
books
And you ain't got to love me, trust me, simply
hook

Chorus:

When you countin on your peoples and they don't
pull through
I'ma do me (you gots to do you)
Niggaz game so weak I can see right through
I'ma do me (you gots to do you)
Everybody got a time and I know mine's due
I'ma do me (you gots to do you)
See you out there gettin yours, gots ta gets mine
too
I'ma do me (you gots to do you)

Heather B, Grand like a Cherokee
Loredo, I need my hands on some alfredo
Streets condonin it, Back on the Block, Quincy
Jonesin it
Prada, get publishing, what?  I'm owning it huh
You feel me now?  You get the point?
Heather B B B B drops oowops on your joints
You really, can't rate me or mistake me for
another
I Brings In Da Noize And Funk like Savion Glover
Wicked, like those sisters and that stepmother
Got your clocks strikin twelve I'm bringin hell
to Cinderella
f**k how much you sell cause, I read your album
cover
You couldn't write a jam if your last name was
Smucker
 
Got all my motherf**kers yellin Jersey up in here
No Limit like Master P I like how he Do Dat There
Listen here I'm livin sort of dan-gerous-ly
Plus I'm bulletproof no use in aimin at me

Chorus

I spits pure fire, I burn the finest of designs
Heather B that MC that runs up on em from behind
Who got your back now, where you ill crew at?
The sons you talked about with guns, the ones
with gats and all that?
I figured that some rap for plaques over, R&B
tracks
You got to watch, what you say if you ain't
really, livin that
Another rapper lost, lookin all stank up in The
Source
What's all that sh*t fo'?  Did your momma, raise
a hoe?
Fight it, and I win, I'm that rhyme, veteran
with that Nighttime Sniffly Sneezin Rest Your
Head, Medicine
See me live rock on Keenan, and even, Letterman
Rock Chris Rock, blow his spot, like
nitro-glycerin
Hold that like they don't know, but I'm like
years ahead of them
Plus I shed, more light right, than Thomas,
Edison
And I'll take it there end your career with one
stroke of my pen
And I got enough love, I don't need no mo'
friends

Chorus

When they poppin champagne and you only drinkin
brew
I'ma do me (you gots to do you)
When you know you broke as hell and your rent is
due
I'ma do me (you gots to do you)
And you ain't got no love, you know you ain't
true
I'ma do me (you gots to do you)
Frontin with them niggaz from that weak as* crew
I'ma do me (you gots to do you)
and I'm out