Lyrics: RZA "DO U" (0/1)

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Come on my niggaz, yo, put your guns in your right hand

{*sampled singer singing "Do, Do U" repeats all

And hold it down towards the floor

throughout the song*}

Point all your guns down towards the floor for a minute

Just wanna talk to you, yeah, you could hold 'em

Just point 'em down towards the floor for a sec, aright?

[Intro: RZA (Method Man)]

Come on my niggas, yo..

Put your guns in your right hand and

hold it down towards the floor

Point all your guns down towards the floor for a minute

Yeah, you could hold 'em, just point 'em down towards the floor

For a sec, aight? (Yo y'all ain't fuckin' wit the Wu)

We gon' splash like this, all my wild Digi heads

Yeah, y'all niggaz move a little up to the front

(Y'all niggas is crook) Y'all niggas

Y'all niggaz know what I'm talkin' about

move a little up to the front

Word up, my weed heads I'll play the right for a second

Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' about

Nahmean, check it out

Word up, my weedheads, y'all play the right for a second

Nahmean? Check it out

All y'all niggaz on X, y'all keep y'all asses in the back, aright

All y'all niggas on X, y'all keep y'all asses in the back

Check it up, matter of fact, yo, matter of fact we gon' mingle

Aight? Straight up, in fact, matter of fact

With this shit like peas in the mothafuckin' pot

We gon' mingle this shit like mothafuckin'

Straight up Digi, Digi style, word up, as we splash you like this

peas in the mothafuckin' pot

Straight up Digi Digi style, word up, as we splash you right

(Yeah, yeah, my niggas is crew, now y'all ain't

fuckin' wit the Wu

Oh now y'all.. come on!)

[RZA]

Walk wit a didi bop ock, you silly pop, Jiffy Pop

Fuck around son, I'll blow ya face up with fifty shots

Fuck around, son, I'll blow ya face up with fifty shots

Sharp darts, and it pop, pop like tarts

Sharp darts, and it pop pop like tarts

Extreme speed [Incomprehensible] like anakin inside the pod

Extreme speed like Anakin inside the Pod

Headed for the finish line, BOODOO, watch Bobby cross it

Headed for the finish line, watch Bobby cross it

Hoes with the diamonds on your toes, come on and floss it

I be one of those tall skinny cats with the four-nine

Three-eleven that rips through Power-U's and breaks spines

I culture power-tuggin' boys who be drunk, buggin'

Lovin' loud noise from toys, club thuggin', huggin'

Lovin' loud noise from toys, club thuggin'

Sweet chocolate deluxe, rugged, sexy buttercup

That don't give a fuck about the cop in the club

Or the bouncer with the flashlight, one walked passed, right?

Or the bouncer with the flashlight, one walked passed, right

Some pulled the razor and chopped his ear like he was Mad Mike

I played the cipher in the corner, teachin' math

And I for one thoughts, a hundred brothers won't last

One for one thoughts, a hundred brothers won't last

Because you can't do me.. (x3)

"Do U feel?"

Because you can't do me, because you can't do me

Come on!

Because you can't do me, come on

Yo, son, wake up, yo, yo, I gotta do this

[Prodigal]

Man, I gotta get this money, son

Yo, son, +Wake Up+! {*coughs*}

Features in the crowd, appearance like black, I'm proud

Yo, I gotta do this, man

In the background, no sounds, four pound, we hold ground

I gotta get this money, son

Features in the crowd, appearance like,

"Black I'm proud"

In the background, no sounds, four pound, we hold ground!

Brooklyn bound, seven initials up in the crown

One man's ramblin', officials they shot him down

Supreme, extreme, lean, keen, killin' machines

Supreme, extreme, lean, killin' machines

All I wanna do is feed my seed, plus my team

Keep it logical, no games, straight up about Prodigal

Diabolic drums and I run from none

Testimony one, give my life before my only son

Thelonious crumbs, why they wanna press me for guns?

Now I'm in the face of the judge, court case thug

From a race laced based on drugs, some made slugs

From a race, laced, based on drugs, some made slugs

As it was written, stroll through any block forbidden

As +It Was Written+, stroll through any block forbidden

Glock hidden, why they wanna stop precision?

Eighty-five percent of my brothers locked in prison

And we just keep dyin' it for the love of good livin'

And we just keep dyin' for the love of good livin'

But do you, do you, do you?

But Do U! Do U! Do U!

You know those jams in the park produced the spark

"Do U feel?" (x2)

[GZA]

You know those jams in the park, produced the spark

Made me feel words how I read books in the dark

I always took it to heart, loved the art

A lifetime of darts ripped crews apart

A lifetime of darts, ripped crews apart

Made their stay real short, I stamped the passport

Couldn't bring through no wack shit of no sort

I walked the borough challengin' the best that stood

Torch metal mics, they conduct better than wood

Once I electrify and only expect to die

Rounded Bed-Stuy, nigga fry

Rounded Bed-Stuy, ZZZZ, nigga fry

My opponent block, the beat comin' from his box

Investment ranker who's a joke in the stocks

Keep a rhythmic pace, maintainin' great balance

Movin' in steps of unheard of silence

Normal progression as the slope steepens

Normally progressioners, they're slow steepin'

Niggaz wanna light up when there's gas leakin'

Niggas wanna light up when there's gas leakin'

"Do U feel?"

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