Do It - Gucci Mane, The Empire, Busta Rhymes

Ten years, ten reasons

Wanna hear the rest?

served one year in prison

I couldn’t sleep

I was steady fighting my demons

I gotta thank god that the kid still breathing, yeah

The eight, I call it home

Streets behind me, I don’t stand alone

Free big danny but my nigga touched grown

Fast my nigga I’m from goin' home

Thought it wasn’t no competition

But my show, they wanna sign petitions

Yeah, they wanna see Shawty broke

Why?

‘cause I really sold dope

I do it for the (streets)

Do it for the (my hood)

Do it for the (my mama)

Do it for the (my dad)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Do it for the (grandma)

Do it for the (my kids)

Do it for the (you)

Do it for the (for my fans)

Yeah, aye, yeah

Shawty, but they call me Shawty Lo

Bankhead king, you can ask JoJo

I do it, I’m a bad motherfucker

Three stack eleven, I can make it at the buzzer

I ain’t have shit, my life was rough

Barely had food, no toys for us

Line at PlayWorld, no Toys R Us

I’m talking Bankhead coke nigga, to the bluff

I’d rather lose a loved one than love a loser

Young hoes only, I don’t fuck with cougars

Yadda yadda yadda, it’s all he say

You can hate me, I like cash any way

I do it for the (streets)

Do it for the (my hood)

Do it for the (my mama)

Do it for the (my dad)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Do it for the (grandma)

Do it for the (my kids)

Do it for the (you)

Do it for the (for my fans)

Yeah, aye, yeah