[Intro: ~Guilty Simpson~ {*speaking*}] Yeah, this ain't no overnight shit right here homie* Been doin' this shit for years man. Been doin' my motherfuckin' thing. I ain't gonna stop neither. Gotta get it for real. Revolution know what time it is. Watch me do my thing.
[Verse 1: ~Guilty Simpson~] Yo I'm from the inner city Where you gotta hustle to eat And your peers wanna kill you if you fuck with police Young boys bustin' the heat Tuck you to sleep I twist one, fuck with a freak and fuck with a beat I came a long way Gun play, shoot outs Tore the whole block out, moved into a new house Moms stressed out and my broad got an attitude So I wrote a rap or two about what's on the avenue I admit the style was shoot 'em up But your crew got wild each time I cued it up And the broads got loose when I spit the game But I heard around town that clowns bit the name So I added Simpson to make it authentic A true hip hop sound, laced with raw lyrics Decades ahead of my time Battle with rhymes or battle with nines I can straddle the line
[Scratch Chorus:] "Doin' my thing" "Hustle hard for cash" "On the mic" "In the streets" "Right back to the beats"
C'mon and do your thing I had to do my thing Do your thing I'ma still do my thing Do your thing Watch me do my thing You had to do your thing Yeah, watch me do my thing I know Do it, do it