Artist: PRhyme
Album:  PRhyme 2
Song:   Do Ya Thang
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nothin says friend more than starvin with your neighbor
Nothin says family like arguin and make up
Nothin says wake up like that cold air comin
through that plastic on your window in November
That breeze gave me chills like my introspective pen does
No intellect formed against us shall prosper
Noodles mixed with ketchup, stale pasta
I tossed it in the garbage in the can that's outside, don't you tell poppa
Precious or fresh dressin got me stealin out the register for booster sales
If they don't pass me in school then the institution fail
If you hoopin, good you cool, but I represent the tales
So motherfuck your trust, double-dutch, hula hoop betrayals
Dinnertime we got the message well before our food
Puttin jelly on a sandwich from a deli called lose
In the alley cops finna search you, we gettin chased through there
We was not in the winner's circle, we just played too square
I done got brain from Spain, Spokane to Maine
And all I'm tryna do is bang Cocaine Loraine
I applied my brand new mantra when I found the art
'til my consciousness buy new watches for my counterparts
We make paper, you party, we play Vegas
Nothin but sirens surroundin me when we make wagers
I'm fuckin the girl of my dreams and we they favorite
That BMW-i/eye green like DeRay Davis
I be givin orders out to niggaz mommas like their grandpa
Trappin is for rappers, I be grindin like the dancehall
I don't know astrology, I just know I'm a Cancer, male
Eatin south of France, he who doubts the man can't prevail
Back when Guru used to manifest the rhyme
I was known for nothin less than just a candidate for crime
In and out of Ibiza, spendin power of Visa
Standin the test of time like the Leaning Tower of Pisa
In my D, zone so the bitches gon' sweat it
Got the same piece of chrome Sweets loaned Bishop on credit
Got the Glock Craig used to help out Smokey and Day-Day with
The .38 Mad Dog used to pop JJ with

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
You don't wanna end up on my bad side
Why don't you let me project some of this good on you?
If I ever pick up on a bad vibe
That's all it's gon' take then I'm good on you
Go on do your thang, go on do your thang {"I mean"}
Go on do your thang, go on do your thang
I'ma let you finish tellin that lie
Go on do your thang, girl do your thang

[DJ Premier scratches]
"Do my thang"
"Do my thang"
"Do your thing"
"Do my thang"

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Walk up in a strip club lookin for me and mine to rape
It's Friday, so I may stimulate the economy
I don't recollect if I ever offered advice
Make sure you walk it like you talk it or pay the ultimate price
All you petty bloggers and trolls, forever callin me broke
If my money funny then y'all must be Eddie, Martin in "Life"
Fuck +The Social Network+, if we talkin you bring your boss then
Tell him I got two Deserts, I call them the Winklevoss twins
Dodgin the fake, dark man, donnin a cape
All of us are marked men, this hits on y'all, I'm Zartan, Scar on the Face
Real recognize real, who care what you foreigners say?
My predator's from the nation of Islam, corner and pray
Fuck what comparisons say, ain't got no roof, you just wear a toupee
The coupe ain't got no shoes like Eric Benét
Baby I'm poppin, I got like eight or nine watches
Kick my feet up, check the time on my ankle like I'm Affion Crockett

[Chorus] - 2X