Yes We Do lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
(Let's go, f*ck wit' me)
Weezy Wee n*gga, lets go, oh oh oh oh, do it, do it
HB's n*gga, we run the streets n*gga,lets go (Oh, oh)
We run the streets n*gga (Oh, oh, uh ha oh) Weezy We my n*gga (Oh, oh)
HB's dawg (Oh, oh, uh ha, oh), let's go (Oh, oh), let's go (Oh,oh)
What you know n*gga, what you know about the streets
n*gga what you know, huh what you know, look, look, listen

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm like a dry rubber wit tight pus*y, ya can't f*ck wit me
An if ya try, I'm bustin' get it I'm bustin'
You n*ggas don't amount to nothin' and me, I'm top notch boy
Any problems I c*ck, Glock sparks and knock out hearts
You see the ice twink we I talk, ya blink and ya dead
I'll let a hollow tip sink in ya head, so think it over
'Fore they find ya ass hangin' over a bridge and sh*t
While I'm out drinkin' wit the squad like I ain't did the sh*t
I really hope ya click come back for revenge and sh*t
I'll make bullets drop on ya block like pidgeon sh*t
A n*gga duct tape ya **** don't get me p*ssed
Put hollow tips in clips like chips in dip
b*tch n*gga here could flip the script, ya not built for dat
Ya not soldiers, ya get killed for dat
I'll c*ck and pop one in you cattle, push your filta back
An n*ggas respect the shots, make 'em tilt your hat (What you)
[Chorus: Lac & Turk]
You don't want no trouble n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do
An you don't want no beef n*gga , yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do
You don't wanna hustle n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do
An you don't want no drama n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do

[Verse 2: B.G.]
My name still B.G., we it's said it rang a bell
In rich neighborhoods, middle class hoods, and jails
I'm a street n*gga, sold ounces of crack cocaine
If I spit it, I did it, before I got in this rap game
One of my hobbies is beef, do that for pleasure
It's nothin' to bust a head, put a few wholes in ya sweater
Never get in a situation wit me involvin' guns
Never able to sleep always on the run
One way or another you gonna come
Outta isolation, if it mean killin' ya ****
You thinkin' cause I'm rappin' and be on television
That I won't soften ya head and come split it
Close range is fake, bustin' from a distance
The sh*t I'm talkin' my n*gga, I'm still livin'
If any n*gga want it, can get it wit no problem
All these n*ggas playin' but me, I come to stop it
[Chorus: Lac & Turk]
You don't want no trouble n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do
And you don't want no beef n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do
You don't wanna hustle n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do
And you don't want no drama n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do

[Verse 3: Turk]
I don't play n*gga
Better watch what ya say n*gga
'Cause I f*ck up ya day n*gga
Wit' this K n*gga I gets very low down
Give a f*ck about a n*gga, hit 'em wit fifty rounds
I'm from uptown, young and thuggin' since I was small
Grew up around killas, hung wit the big dawgs
n*gga we play it raw as it go, were I stay
Run ya mouth too much, get found in a hall way
Wit a head shot, look that's how n*ggas get it
Keep it on a tuck, nobody know who did it
No evidence, no witness, you just assed out
Busta ass n*gga, you just assed out
f*ckin' wit a guerilla ah untamed one at that
You leave ya house in ya want I bet ya won't make it back
You could believe that, look betta get it right
Get it twisted if ya want, I betcha gonna loose ya life n*gga
[Chorus: Lac & Turk]
You don't want no trouble n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do
And you don't want no beef n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do
You don't wanna hustle n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do
And you don't want no drama n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do (Uh ha, yo, yo)

[Verse 4: Mack 10]
All I know is dope slangin' and gang bangin'
Inglewood Cali swangin' and hood hangin'
I'm a ghetto n*gga, saggin', starched, and creased
Wit everythang fa' sale from a ki to a quarter piece
Like Baby Birdman, got the game on lock
An while them youngstas workin' the block, I'm, cookin' a flock
I'm ballin' and if I'm beefin', I layed for 'em
But the murders committed recently, I paid for 'em
I got a crew of noodle knockers that'll wait in the bushes
Wet you up and have you b*tches blood runnin' like douches
I'm bout murda, murda, dope, dope, leave b*tch n*ggas no hope
Don't need a red beam cause we sight 'em wit' the scope
Yeah you talk that sh*t, then grab a gun n*gga
But if Mack call the shot, it's good as done n*gga
Cause the base from the .44 be bangin' like a drum
An it's cash Money blood, so f*ck where you from n*gga

[Chorus x2: Lac & Turk]
You don't want no trouble n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do
And you don't want no beef n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do
You don't wanna hustle n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do
And you don't want no drama n*gga, yes we do
Come on tell the truth n*gga, man yes we do