Hurricane Chris Do Something Letras:
Ay, ay, ay. Say dis real rite here ya heard me.
Niggas jus don't neva stop hatin, Ay.

[Chorus 2x]
I think somebody tryna do me somethin, (do
something) cuz I can't sleep (do something). And
i'm nervous when I eat, (do something) and I ain't
even got no beef (do something). But it feel like
I got beef (do something), cuz I ain't slept in a
week (do something). And I ain't takin a step
outta my door without that heat. (do something)

[Verse 1]
I think somebody tryna do me something, cuz I cant
sleep. My mama cooked a meal for me, but I cant
eat. it's too much shit on my mind, I can't stop
thinkin bout dyin, so whoeva cross that line, you
gon get dat .45. My daddy jus got home, but they
jus came and got my nigga, poor Victor Feelin got
caught up wit two choppas and a pistol. And i'm
beginning to hate these rap niggas real fast. Put
my name on a track I'm gon come where you at and
blast. Just the other day I almost had to do a
nigga. He thought I was go fight him, but I wus
gon shoot a nigga. Now I know that sound fucked
up, but I ain't got no time. Soon as you whip a
nigga he jus gon go get his iron, his nine, or his
rugle, howeva he wanna do ya. I ain't thinkin, I
ain't talkin, I ain't boxing, ima shoot ya. His nine
or his rugle, howeva he wanna do ya. I aint
thinkin, I ain't talkin, I ain't boxing ima shoot ya.

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]
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I think somebody tryna do me something, I see him
lookin. Come play me like a rookie, watch how
quick I leave you shooken. I hop outta the bushes
wit that thang like surprise, and if you try to
run then that choppa knock off yo thighs.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, take off i'll shoot off yo
tires. Me an my clique be posted up on the block,
wuts yo sign (get em up), but back to the subject
of how these hataz wish me death, I peeped the way
these niggas try to play me to the left. So I keep
the "K" off in the trunk, i'm heated when I step,
cuz beefin ain't beefin until you stop somebody
breath. And if we creepin, i'm creepin, bussin til
it ain't nuthin left. If we creepin, i'm creepin
bussin til it ain't nuthin left, like dat.

[Break 2x]
Do something, do something, do something, nigga do
something. Do something, do something, do
something, nigga do somehting.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I remember one Sunday we hit the scene, it was
packed, sittin on 22's wit the paint wet black. Me
an my nigga he got my back, I got his back. Dem
hoes standing on top of the car shakin cat. We
finna do a show, so we pull the truck to the back.
But when I hit the door, them niggas ain't know
how to act. Dem hoes grabbin on my chain, pullin
on my plaits. Dey want me to take em home and hit
em from the back. But when we got outside, them
pussy niggas wus hatin, actin like he wanna do me
something but he fakin. I asked him wut it wus wit
no fuckin hesitation, one false move ima leave you
shakin on the pavement. I had a funny feeling that
something was going on, nigga wanna do me
something cuz I'm ridin on chrome. I had a funny
feeling that something was going on, nigga wanna
do me something cuz I'm ridin on chrome.

[Chorus 2x]
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