Fabolous - Imma Do It lyrics

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The block got my back

And my boys do too

And my big mama trippin said she need more loot

Every block, Every hood, Every ghetto got beef

I got a heater on my lap

And another in the back

She hassels her coke with all this stress on me

Erybody and there mama callin fed's on me

I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It (I'm a Do It)

Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It (I'm a Do It)

I got money on my head but I'm ridin in a drop, (drop), drop, (drop), drop, (drop), drop, (drop)

Yeahhhhh!

Feelin just like JFK in the city that let em fly like JFK (Ayyye)

Sometimes LaGaurdia I ain't gone lie to ya

If looks could kill then my style might bother ya

That's why I'm with naudia I call my gun naudia

When she say hi to ya it's buh buh bye to ya

Make it sound like Saudia

Arabia, maybe the haters should watch what he say to her you think

I can hold my head high and die or I can live and duck

My attitude is celebant

I don't give a fuck

The block got my back

And my boys do too

And my big mama trippin said she need more loot

Every block, Every hood, Every ghetto got beef

I got a heater on my lap

And another in the back

She hassels her coke with all this stress on me

Erybody and there mama callin fed's on me

I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It

Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It

Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It

I got money on my head but I'm ridin in a drop, (drop), drop, (drop), drop, (drop), drop, (drop)

Yeahhhhh!

Now who are you to tell me how to conduct myself

Why don't you go practice safe sex and go fuck yourself

The rumor is that I'm a hazzard to a sucka's health

I coulda told you that, yeah I coulda told you that

Picture me not flop where is them explosives at?

Right here on my lap

That's where my composure's at

I'm back like a gun cock

I'm so cool that if I go to hell all I need is my sun block

Nigga hold ya high and die or live and duck

My attitude is celebant

I don't give a fuck

The block got my back

And my boys do too

And my big mama trippin said she need more loot

Every block, Every hood, Every ghetto got beef

I got a heater on my lap

And another in the back

She hassels her coke with all this stress on me

Erybody and there mama callin fed's on me

I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It

Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It

I got money on my head but I'm ridin in a drop, (drop), drop, (drop), drop, (drop), drop, (drop)

I mean let's be honest you never liked a nigga

Tryin to live beyond this so I kept the strap on

Clap on, clap off lights out like flights out

You could be departed

Never me who started

I Lambo Gallarded I am vehically challenged

That means the car is retarded

But regardless I'm "Tin Man" heartless

No love, if son lookin for love

Get a show on VH1

Nigga hold ya high and die or live and duck

My attitude is Virgins

Still don't give a fuck

The block got my back

And my boys do too

And my big mama trippin said she need more loot

Every block, Every hood, Every ghetto got beef

I got a heater on my lap

And another in the back

She hassels her coke with all this stress on me

Erybody and there mama callin fed's on me

I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It

Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a Do It

I got money on my head but I'm ridin in a drop, drop, drop, drop

Thanks to Dirtyjok3r for correcting these lyrics