Artist: 1.4.0. Productions f/ Othorized F.A.M. Album: Poisonous Poets, Murderous Melodies Song: We Always Gonna Do It Typed by: Cno Evil [Shawn Wigs] Don't believe the hype, we hold pipes Big iron rods, locked behind bars Ratchets just spit, big gift like Saint Nick When it comes to this music, I only kick porno flick Rough shit, type to beat your bitch with Cut your glass to, and slide on the avenue Doo rag niggas, with the same pants on Smoke domes and sleep with the fifth by the arm Love to rock ice when it's time for the storm Spaz the fuck out when the beats come on The rap arnosist, code red burn like black coal We do it for them niggas thirty days in the hole [Chorus: all] We do it for them niggas that live on parole (My street corner duns that put glass in they gold) {we always gonna do it} Even if I'm locked {we still gon' do it} (And old guns on the block) {we still gon' do it} To the neighborhood cops {we still gon' do it} {We still gon' do it, we always gon' do it} [Lounge Lo] Did a twelve year bid in the streets and held it down Sold cracks, hold stacks and tore the pounds Smoke weed in the building, getting chased by cops One twenty around, there's no money around Do what I gotta do, avoid the pressure I moved on to my next measure, getting it in Dorchester My sword lecture, mic protector Son, the 'word on the street' is 'show n prove' like Inspectah Word to mother, connect the dots, fake dreds run in spots All in my grill, like they know the plot What the bloodclot, OTF, we on the shake down Wait now, thirty days in the lake now [Crunch Lo] To all my sons, much love, from me, you get the ones To the street corner, do us apart, crash your arts From the ghetto, we special, now to go, let go, everytime Dimes and nickels, upon the broke hands of times Confined in square feet, stash drugs in heat Knowing what's beef, smoke a green gold leaf, and never sleep Too long, too black, too strong, for pit falls Spit on ya'll, get ya'll in some shit Fucking with this, master MC, double breasted Can't be tested, you better watch who you mess with O to the two blows of death, Barrick West Rock ya vest, when you get a suction mess Protect ya chest, but you can't, too amped, fuck around Get you blamped with a big one, long barrel, rubber handle And you know who spit one, rap til I succomb Dust making me numb, polish a brand new gun [Chorus: all] I do it for my dogs out of town whose on the run (I do it for my niggas that stash the big drumbs){We always gonna do it} {We still gon' do it} {We still gon' do it} To the neighborhood cops {We still gon' do it, we still gon' do it} {We still gon' do it, we always gon' do it}