How We Do It - Black Moon

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

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

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

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