Lyrics Do U - Bobby Digital , DJ Muggs
{*sampled
singer
singing
"Do,
Do
U"
repeats
all
Throughout
the
song*}
[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
(Y'all
niggas
is
crook)
Y'all
niggas
move
a
little
up
to
the
front
Y'all
niggas
know
what
I'm
talkin'
about
Word
up,
my
weedheads,
y'all
play
the
right
for
a
second
Nahmean?
Check
it
out
All
y'all
niggas
on
X,
y'all
keep
y'all
asses
in
the
back
Aight?
Straight
up,
in
fact,
matter
of
fact
We
gon'
mingle
this
shit
like
mothafuckin'
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
Sharp
darts,
and
it
pop
pop
like
tarts
Extreme
speed
like
Anakin
inside
the
Pod
Headed
for
the
finish
line,
BOODOO,
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'
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?
Some
pulled
the
razor
and
chopped
his
ear
like
he
was
Mad
Mike
I
played
the
cipher
in
the
corner,
teachin'
math
One
for
one
thoughts,
a
hundred
brothers
won't
last
Because
you
can't
do
me.
(x3)
"Do
U
feel?"
Come
on!
[Prodigal]
Yo,
son,
+Wake
Up+!
{*coughs*}
Yo,
I
gotta
do
this,
man
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,
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
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'
for
the
love
of
good
livin'
But
Do
U!
Do
U!
Do
U!
"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
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,
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
Normally
progressioners,
they're
slow
steepin'
Niggas
wanna
light
up
when
there's
gas
leakin'
"Do
U
feel?"
1 Must Be Bobby
2 Show U Love
3 Can't Loose
4 Brooklyn Babies
5 Domestic Violence, Part 2
6 Do U
7 Fools
8 La Rhumba
9 Black Widow, Part 2
10 Shady
11 Break Bread
12 Bong Bong
13 Throw Your Flag Up
14 Be a Man
15 Righteous Way
16 Build Strong
17 Sickness
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