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Song title: Goodie Mob - Just Do It

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Hook

Well Im just gonna tell you
We aint bout that talking homeboy, well do it
And all that acting you doing, we see through it
Fuck hollering and screaming lets get to it, lets get to it

(cee-lo)
Now I say my rap reflect the enemy
Passion and positive energy
Yall talk about killing, it dont surprise me
Tripping bout a nigga, dont judge me wisely
But I aint bout to holler or scream at you
You can look in my eyes and tell what Id do
Im a charge at niggas and you know Im true
But goddammit, fuck nigga this one for you
I know how it go, I done been out there before
Heard its goddamn ? time to blow?
Stomping niggas down till they dont want no more
Trying to get some polos straight out the store
Some gone, some just cant let it go
I might laugh and joke, but Ill let a nigga know
Im the same motherfucker from 84
And I still do it in the aftershow
And I dont like to feel like Im being tried
I aint bullet-proof, plenty nigga done died
But I damn sho aint finna go and hide
I got one on me, and Im down to ride
I aint trying to say I got all the game
I got fame, but a million I cant claim
So respect me playa, and Ill do the same
But neither one is guaranteed to have the best aim

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(t-mo)
The revolution has begun...........
Handle your business playa
Devoted to the game, and dope cut-throat ways will get you paid in full
Pull a rabbit out the hat trick, magical quick
Slick its like a porn flick
Umm... imagine having money so big
It makes you look like a pig
Get your big behind
You remind me of swine with your fat nose
Stuck in your pose and ? thread bed? that shawty
Lame with your game, put it all on the table
Got your label and your fast cars, and your bodyguard looking hard
Throwing your cheese, for them rats its snacks
Im like a egg bout to hatch
Tony, horny, Im macaroni
Commercialize suckers looking like busters
Id ride for the kings and queens of my motherfucking team
Spark in the night, ummmm we bout to fight
Haters, come and say that shit,
Dammit these fools gonna have to take us together
How the fuck, ever you want it, get to it
Swats

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(khujo)
The streets making you feel like a real g
But we georgia finest, our fulton county fleet
You still putting thangs up in your mouth
Cause you been pacifired, since you was knee-high
All your life in school, thats the reason why you couldnt learn nothing
Runt, at the tender age of 18, books no longer hold your attention span
Short term, but you can sho enough count that green
Something you just cant coach
Dont sing it, bring it
I usually caught me at least one fool a game
You can only phanthom pain, I dont have to
But dont let me get on a case of this drank
Leak to my heart, elevate to my brain
Make you wanna walk that plank
Youd better swim motherfucker
Cause bullshit dont float
You are what you eat
See you remind of this goat that I had by the hairs of his chinny-chin-chin
Curbing over some yellow rice, you cant do shit
Might as well hit the graveyard shift
Somewhere at mcdonalds or burger king
Grab a taste or spill, over some hairs, nobody cares
And we do assholes that grip leather chairs

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(big gipp)
I used to hang out, smoke out, fuck out, bang out
Run your mouth wrong, got your front tooth took out
On the spot bodies with no heads, no legs, no feet
Left em out in the open scoping that ass out for weeks
Never speaking, busting, breaking brains
Berettas brought the rain back and forth
Trigger action, snatch it up, load it up
Hit the door, gotta call, yo he at the mall
Fuck it all, hit em one, two, three times
I was scared the first shot, but liked the second and third
Left him hollering and screaming, dreaming for another chance to live
Had it up yesterday, but today its mine
Bust your ass one more time, for the niggas on the grind
So go and hide

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