BROOKLYN ZU - Do It For lyrics

rate me

All my babies get big, all my babies get big

I'm a come and see ya'll, don't worry about it

I'm a come and see ya'll, Uncle Dirty gon' come see ya'll when he get down

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

I don't know what y'all doin' this for

But we doin' this for our nigga Dirt Dog

It's the Brooklyn Zu and we gotta be thankful for this

And we doin' this for all our people out there

So all my people out there that's ready to get down with us

I just want y'all to do one thing... smell me

I do it for them chicks who caught a baby from a rape

And fucked that nigga raw and caught their period late

She-she's on welfare, get a hundred and sixty eight

Her bills one seventy, seed need a birthday cake

The lazy-ass chick who don't clean, cook or bake

And plays the couch, Jim Jones, Rick Lake

"Hello" when I enter the door, pull my pants to the floor

Want me fuck the pussy 'til it's sore

I do it for the rich, middle-class and the poor

The projects, the suburbs, the liquor store

I'm the rap law in here, do it for the sneaks and the gear that I wear

The sound of a tec when it's blastin' in the air

I do it for the piss in the project stairs, for a breath of fresh air

I do it for that beat that's bangin' in my ear

My Brooklyn Zu niggaz is here

Livin' in this world is crazy

And it been so hard but we made it

Everything the Zu been through

Thank all the fans you know how we do

First of all, who said it gotta be that way?

I don't wanna be the last one to pray today

I don't wanna go to sleep, knowin' shit ain't right

I don't wanna hear my mom fight my dad tonight

All I wanna do is go to school and get good marks

Graduate, get a job, get that hurt out of heart

For the children that thought, all they had was pain

I do it for the umbrella to stop that rain

They say we do it to breed killas and gangbangers

We don't do it like y'all do it, we do it for coat hangers

And butter for that bread, that's ten days old

Water and electricity to heat that cold

For our grandparents who struggled for the right to speak

We do it for them, through this mic we eat

And we do it to this beat like makin' love so sweet

We did ten shows at ten grand, that's a hundred K this week

Aiyo the Devil could never make me do it, somebody had to do it

I felt obligated to Z-U it

Not because I wanted to, cause I had to

Nobody does it better, Brooklyn Zu forever

We stay chasin' chicks and cheddar

Through the rough and stormy weather we gon' make it together

Blaze a forest, pour out a whole keg of beer

For the warriors that we lost that are no longer here

For the big bucks, the big trucks, the groupies that blow and suck

For all my niggaz with the big thangz tucked

For the baby mamas and them seeds, the pink slips and them D's

For all our fans who right here to overseas

When we do it, it gets done right

Murderin' mics, the gunfights, hustlin' mornin' to midnight

Back to daylight, from the street bikes to the chrome bikes

Popa Chief do it just because it feels right

Keep movin'... yeah, keep movin'...