Do Ya (Street) chords by Big Shug

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Em 
 (E minor) Big Shooter
Catch me sippin' on that moonshine,
darlin'
Freshly dipped in these hip -hop garments
You try to bomb it, I take it and disarm it
Hit you in the gut, now you vomit
Sean John all on it, but I rock them wheels
Real niggas pop up and stay right there
Fake niggas stand down
and stay right there
This is street music, so it stays right here
Big Shug, I spit fire for the hood
The realness, feel this,
higher for the hood
Blazin' blocks,
rippin' internets and webpages
I rip stages with V Black in Singapore
You want the raw?
It's pure and uncut
Me and my cats, we're pure and uncut
You niggas is blunt, so I say, screw ya
I bring them four fives
and two twos to do ya
I bring the fire to your grill and barbecue ya
I got them flames on blaze just to do ya
I'ma do ya, do ya,
Freeze up, don't freeze up
D -d -don't let it be known
I don't play
I'll bring the fire to your grill
and barbecue ya
I got them flames on blaze, I'ma do ya
I'ma do ya, do ya,
Don't up, don't freeze up
D -d -don't let it be known I don't play
You wouldn't know the truth
if it bit you in the throat
If it was written all over the lining in your coat
If it jumped up and slapped you to the floor
If it banged you in your head like a 2x4
You breathe the fake nits,
click, click, take this
You fake rich, so you don't come shit
And soon, all of your kids will just know
That dad's homo,
and you'll scream, oh no!
I see through you,
I done peaked your concept
You need to understand, like Funkmaster Flex
I drop bombs on nothing but real shit
My hip -hop is nothing but real shit
Like hot grits, it sticks to your ribs
Front on me, and now do ya,
kid, I straight do ya
Ease up, don't squeeze up
to let it be known, I don't play
I bring the fire to your grill
and barbecue you
I got them flames on blaze just to do you
I'm a do you do you to let it be known,
I don't play
I bring the fire to your grill
and barbecue you
I got them flames on blaze
I'm a do you do you to let it be known,
I don't play
It's a thin line between
snitch and jake
between real and fake
Between pie and cake,
you snitch to Jake and get killed
Real niggas pop, fake niggas get drilled
I make cake for moving,
them pies and pills
Fuck the gangsta overkill,
I spit for real
Dealers in place, rhymes is in place
Jaw is out of place
when you spittin' with this taste
Or even approach with that disrespect
I put two to your neck
and beat your ass for rec
I'm straight, do ya?
I got them flames on blaze just to do ya,
I'm a do ya, do ya,
I got them flames on blaze just to do ya,
I'm a do ya, do ya,
Don't up, don't freeze up
You made it be known, I don't play
I don't play
I don't play