Do What U Gotta - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]

Yeah

I ride till I'm through with the case

Through the days use the weights, niggas talk till they blue in the face

Been strugglin' is nothing to me

Come and see, I get it in like Kobe at the buzzer for three

When I'm gone, better 21-gun it

Thousand dollar bottles pop, one of the best that ever done it

Broke nights dumbin' with the dumbest

Sportin' the four-four I bought off a fiend for seven huned'

New faces, screwfacin' niggas from a distance

One time wait to take a nigga through the system

I ain't got time to play

I hit the globe on roam, I'm still home a million miles away

And I grind so my seeds could eat

Sometimes I let my eyes close, and I daydream of sleep

And if I should die before I wake

Then before my wake hit my wifey off with all my cake

Till then, I'ma live it up, pop corks, and split a dutch

Walkin' on the wild side, just to get a rush

Ya'll better get in touch, laws ain't shit to us

Every one I know is God, Earth, King, Crip, or Blood

Little nigga listen up

I know you loving the life, an' livin' it fly, so high you can't get enough

Son said, "Who gives a fuck?"

They see I'm making my bread, escaping the feds

So why should I give it up?

[Hook: Inspectah Deck]

Ain't nothing left to do but

Hold myself down in these streets and

If I feel like niggas test me

Got ta' reach out for my piece and

I don't run from confrontation

By myself I keep it true

When it comes down to gettin' paper

I'm gon' do what I got ta' do

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]

I seen million dollar niggas fall flat on they face

Best friends, co-defendants, how you rat on your ace?

Scramblers chase, the blood money, hammers on waists

Just to trick it on the chick with the candles and lace

Believe it, it's real, we all out, fiendin' for meals

Fools shot up on the block, left 'em bleedin' and still

Nothing worse than power in the hands of fools

They play the game but they don't understand the rules

Yo, you should understand the jewels

I got my life on the line, there's a 50/50 chance to lose

Aiyo, my dude, it's bigger than me, but at the story go

Why buy the cow when you get it for free?

To make a living, it's either death or state prison

Deck just ain't quittin', either rep or stay hittin'

Ya'll know the motto, hollow points follow you home

Al Capone cats, swallow the chrome

You get blown back out of your zone

Like *pow* to the dome, so watch your mouth, kid

Mind on your tone

Son, I ate with the greatest, stayed with the latest

Eye for a eye boss, ain't with the favors

I laid where they murk all day, broad day

I said flames will disperse y'all way, y'all play

Deep inside the game, wise guys die for they name

While the organized mind stay quietly paid