I Don't Do Much Lyrics - The Reason - Beanie Sigel

Hmm, shit, I don't do much 

Y'knawmean? Smoke weed, fuck bitches, huh 

Get paper cuts from countin money... 

I just be chillin, y'knawmean? 

Menage trois, knawmean? Quadrupla trois... 

Y'knawmean? Shit I don't do much 

All that shit, what you expect man? 

(Verse 1) 

Yo, I don't do much, you know Mac stay sucker free 

So please don't fuck with me 

You don't really want war 

You don't really want the heat from the four 

You don't really wanna eat out a straw 

Man you niggas is broke, y'all niggas aint got no cash 

Man you niggas aint got no stash 

Where your wheel and your rims? 

Motherfucker look at the heel on your Timbs 

Nigga your walk and your talk you niggas is ass 

Shit, I don't do much, you know Mac, lay in the cut 

In the 'telly somewhere layin a smut 

Champelly, purple hayin it up 

Front row A layin it up 

Or in the kitchen prob'ly weighin it up 

Or in a mission prob'ly sprayin shit up 

Niggas playin too much 

I try to chill but they be sayin too much 

But you know they dont say it to me 

They don't play wit me 

You shit where you eat, you might as well lay in your pee 

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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 chillin man, I don't know about y'all though 

Shit I don't do much 

(Verse 2) 

I roll a L, go in the booth 

Spark it up, start blowin the truth 

I don't do much, I smoke weed, pop pills, sip water 

Fuck it, keep it real, keep steel, give orders 

Suckers, give out halves, squrrlies, y'all call it quarters 

Youngun, take this eightball, cuz you take long 

And please, don't make me use this eight long 

Cuz you could get all six up in your acorn 

And trust me... 

Y'all don't want that 

Y'all don't want Mac to snap on you cats 

You don't really want no problems 

You don't layin under your squatter 

You don't want me fire bombin your house 

You don't want me duct tapin your mouth 

Better yet, pourin lye in your mouth 

You don't want me smackin up your kids 

You don't want me layin up in your trash 

Poppin up, then I'm poppin your ass 

Cuz you won't do shit 

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I don't do much 

Shit, I don't do much 

Y'knawmean, I just be chillin I be smokin man 

I don't be thinkin about y'all niggas man (I don't do much) 

Y'knawmean, I be chillin 

Shit, I don't do much 

(Verse 3) 

I just chill up in the middle of the block 

Watch my younguns make a killin on the block 

Tell 'em watch trucks who be wheelin through the block 

Get shot, get shucked with vans chillin on the block 

Shit, I don't do much, I just chill and relax alot 

I don't hustle, I just tax the block 

Shit, I don't do much, I just roll out and play wit tools 

That make you faggots obey the rules 

Shit, y'all don't do much 

But drink 40's, look dumb on the block 

Damn near 40, still runnin from cops 

Y'all don't do much 

Y'all niggas aint stackin no cash 

That shit you pack got a crack in yo' ass 

Y'all don't give a fuck, y'all gon' get cuffed 

And I'ma laugh when y'all 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