How We Do It

[Buckshot] Just give me two seconds of ya time, I'mma take ya shine If you got a bad bitch, this gon' make her mine Once she hear the LP, a/k/a the album By any means necessary, I will do a Malcolm On the God, fix, the thirty yard six Dominican Republic, never heard of y'all shit They dig me, cuz I did me, swiftly Hit trees with my overseas mc's, then breeze Them please, all of them niggas is good for Is talkin', they love walkin' on knees I cock and squeeze when I shower many Show a little love, every now and them, if I was them Fuck my enemies, I smoke my little trees Show love to my seeds, and put my hours in But that was then, and this is right here, right now We can do it Apollo 10, listen up [Hook: Buckshot] How we do it, they wanna know How the gods can flow, we bring the arsenal, they like How we do it, we keep it crackin' Ain't no slackin', we lovin' to make it happen, they like How they do it, ain't no question What we reppin', got them steppin, oh yea How they do it, anytime you really want the answer Call me and my mans up [Buckshot] First of all, let's cut through the chase And get right to the bottom line You know the face, nigga, now the rhyme Rap is not a crime, though I'm killin' 'em Fo'five millin' 'em, Dru, send the bill to them So I can let them know how I rock dog Pepsi And the sock, don't rep me on your block, dog I do it for the indies, the independents Who rhyme from the last penny, up until the last dime I don't play games at all I'm at the bottom where the flames engulf, brains come off Brave us off, it don't matter, when ya face up north It's no laughter Everybody seen the joke after, choke half the The niggas in ya frontline, or in ya back up One time, duke, you betta know who you dealin' with No card, this is God, you hard of hearin' shit? Listen up [Hook] [Buckshot] Let it be known, Buck be ahead of the throne The only nigga that's ahead of his own, I stay on p Like they on me, when they all see That I'm all that, and they just jealous, and can't be Hopin' I fall again, but every time you pop off a pistol You call my name, (Buckshot) No need for amnesia, I need ta, spit a sick verse For you, set off your seizure Shake ya body and ya knees up Ease up, weeze up in this bitch Spark them trees up, you look like you need Buck Well he's up, in the crib, til you pay the kid Pull your fees up, please, me with a visa? He's a, black Ebenezer, hate all you scheezers Like me, I don't like you neither But your rap beats is soft, call Alicia Keys up [Hook]