Letras: Hurricane Chris. 51/50 Ratchet. Do Something.

Ay, ay, ay. Say dis real rite here ya heard me. Niggas jus don't neva stop hatin, Ay.

[Chorus 2x]
I think somebody tryna do me somethin, (do something) cuz i can't sleep (do something). And
i'm nervous when i eat, (do something) and i ain't even got no beef (do something). But it feel
like i got beef (do something), cuz i ain't slept in a week (do something). And i ain't takin a
step outta my door without that heat. (do something)

[Verse 1]
I think somebody tryna do me something, cuz i cant sleep. My mama cooked a meal for me, but i
cant eat. Its too much shit on my mind, i can't stop thinkin bout dyin, so whoeva cross that
line, you gon get dat .45. My daddy jus got home, but they jus came and got my nigga ,poor
Victor Feelin got caught up wit two choppas and a pistol. And i'm beginning to hate these rap
niggas real fast. Put my name on a track im gon come where you at and blast. Just the other day
i almost had to do a nigga. He thought i was go fight him, but i wus gon shoot a nigga. Now i
know that sound fucked up, but i aint got no time. Soon as you whip a nigga he jus gon go get
his iron, his nine, or his rugle, howeva he wanna do ya. I aint thinkin, i aint talkin, i aint
boxing, ima shoot ya. His nine or his rugle, howeva he wanna do ya. I aint thinkin, i aint
talkin, i aint boxing ima shoot ya.

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]
I think somebody tryna do me something, i see him lookin. Come play me like a rookie, watch
how quick i leave you shooken. I hop outta the bushes wit that thang like surprise, and if you
try to run then that choppa knock off yo thighs. La-la-la-la-la-la-la, take off i'll shoot off
yo tires. Me an my clique be posted up on the block, wuts yo sign (get em up), but back to the
subject of how these hataz wish me death, i peeped the way these niggas try to play me to the
left. So i keep the "K" off in the trunk, i'm heated when i step, cuz beefin ain't beefin until
you stop somebody breath. And if we creepin, i'm creepin, bussin til it ain't nuthin left. If
we creepin, i'm creepin bussin til it ain't nuthin left, like dat.

[Break 2x]
Do something, do something, do something, nigga do something. Do something, do something, do
something, nigga do somehting.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I remember one Sunday we hit the scene, it was packed, sittin on 22's wit the paint wet black.
Me an my nigga he got my back, i got his back. Dem hoes standing on top of the car shakin cat.
We finna do a show, so we pull the truck to the back. But when i hit the door, them niggas
ain't know how to act. Dem hoes grabbin on my chain, pullin on my plaits. Dey want me to take
em home and hit em from the back. But when we got outside, them pussy niggas wus hatin, actin
like he wanna do me something but he fakin. I asked him wut it wus wit no fuckin hesitation,
one false move ima leave you shakin on the pavement. I had a funny feeling that something was
going on, nigga wanna do me something cuz im ridin on chrome. I had a funny feeling that
something was going on, nigga wanna do me something cuz im ridin on chrome.

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