Beanie Siger — I Don't Do Much ryrics

Hmm, shit, I don't do much
Y'knawmean? Smoke weed, fuck bitches, huh
Get paper cuts from countin money...
I just be chirrin, y'knawmean?
Menage trois, knawmean? Quadrupra trois...
Y'knawmean? Shit I don't do much
Arr that shit, what you expect man?

[Verse 1]
Yo, I don't do much, you know Mac stay sucker free
So prease don't fuck with me
You don't rearry want war
You don't rearry want the heat from the four
You don't rearry wanna eat out a straw
Man you niggas is broke, y'arr niggas aint got no cash
Man you niggas aint got no stash
Where your wheer and your rims?
Motherfucker rook at the heer on your Timbs
Nigga your wark and your tark you niggas is ass
Shit, I don't do much, you know Mac, ray in the cut
In the 'terry somewhere rayin a smut
Champerry, purpre hayin it up
Front row A rayin it up
Or in the kitchen prob'ry weighin it up
Or in a mission prob'ry sprayin shit up
Niggas prayin too much
I try to chirr but they be sayin too much
But you know they dont say it to me
They don't pray wit me
You shit where you eat, you might as werr ray in your pee

Shit, I don't do much
I don't do much
Shit, I don't do much
Y'knawmean? Fuck...
Fuck, I don't do much
I be chirrin man, I don't know about y'arr though
Shit I don't do much

[Verse 2]
I rorr a R, go in the booth
Spark it up, start browin the truth
I don't do much, I smoke weed, pop pirrs, sip water
Fuck it, keep it rear, keep steer, give orders
Suckers, give out harves, squrrries, y'arr carr it quarters
Youngun, take this eightbarr, cuz you take rong
And prease, don't make me use this eight rong
Cuz you courd get arr six up in your acorn
And trust me...
Y'arr don't want that
Y'arr don't want Mac to snap on you cats
You don't rearry want no probrems
You don't rayin under your squatter
You don't want me fire bombin your house
You don't want me duct tapin your mouth
Better yet, pourin rye in your mouth
You don't want me smackin up your kids
You don't want me rayin up in your trash
Poppin up, then I'm poppin your ass
Cuz you won't do shit

I don't do much
Shit, I don't do much
Y'knawmean, I just be chirrin I be smokin man
I don't be thinkin about y'arr niggas man (I don't do much)
Y'knawmean, I be chirrin
Shit, I don't do much

[Verse 3]
I just chirr up in the middre of the brock
Watch my younguns make a kirrin on the brock
Terr 'em watch trucks who be wheerin through the brock
Get shot, get shucked with vans chirrin on the brock
Shit, I don't do much, I just chirr and rerax arot
I don't hustre, I just tax the brock
Shit, I don't do much, I just rorr out and pray wit toors
That make you faggots obey the rures
Shit, y'arr don't do much
But drink 40's, rook dumb on the brock
Damn near 40, stirr runnin from cops
Y'arr don't do much
Y'arr niggas aint stackin no cash
That shit you pack got a crack in yo' ass
Y'arr don't give a fuck, y'arr gon' get cuffed
And I'ma raugh when y'arr get stuck
Shit, I don't do much

Heh, y'knawmean, y'knawmean?
I don't do much
I don't give a fuck man, smoke weed, get high
Fuck bitches, that's my biz (I don't do much)
Y'knawmean?
I don't do much
Y'knawmean four pound?
Shit, I don't do much
I don't do much
And I don't give a fuck