What U Do It For

[Intro: Lil Meta]
What you do it for?
It's your boy, Lil Meta, in the building
The money, the cars, the clothes

[Chorus: Lil Meta]
What you do it for, what you do it for?
What you do it for, what you do it for?
The ice, the money, the cars, the clothes
The ice, the money, the cars, the clothes
What you do it for, what you do it for?
What you do it for, what you do it for?
The blood, the bodies, the victims, the killing
The blood, the bodies, the victims, the killing

[Verse 1: Lil Meta]
Life’s a bitch and then you die
Might as well be parachute fly
Shoo, fly, that’s for the haters
The shoes fly, same color as the Florida Gators
Breitling on my wrist, cost a full twenty
“What you do it for, Meta?” I do it for the money
Natural born hustler, I keep them coming
Make them steal on fours ‘cause I love stunting
I’m killing them, Meta Myers
I’m with the big boss, we got them streets on fire
It’s Halloween, pluck his teeth out with the pliers
What this is? The Devil’s enterprise
Good Samaritan, save that for them other guys
Body in the trunk, no, it’s not from Enterprise
Dropped his body off on I-95
Mr. Dollasign, dump his body while I drive
This Halloween, you better run and hide
Play a sucker, catch a sucker that’s ‘bout a zan
Blood on my hands, I ain’t talking gang signs
Next day, in the papers what a crime

[Chorus: Lil Meta]
What you do it for, what you do it for?
What you do it for, what you do it for?
The ice, the money, the cars, the clothes
The ice, the money, the cars, the clothes
What you do it for, what you do it for?
What you do it for, what you do it for?
The blood, the bodies, the victims, the killing
The blood, the bodies, the victims, the killing

[Verse 2: Mr. Dollasign]
I’m Mr. Dollasign, I get this shit popping
Them niggas staring like hoes, tell them to quit jocking
What time it is, look at my timepiece
Look at my front seat, you see a dime piece
I do it for the hood, I do it for the streets
I do it for my people out here and trying to fucking eat
I do it for my city, I do it for the Glaze
I do it for the money, I’ll leave them in a daze
Bitch, I’ll dig up your grass, shit on your front lawn
Your car get egged up, toilet paper your home
So if you’re scared, go to church, Hallelujah
You gon’ see me in your dreams, Freddy Krueger
When the Chainsaw Massacre come after you
You better keep your distance, I heard he bad for you
The night’s so cold, but the fire coming
Yeah, I give them Hell, I keep the fire burning

[Chorus: Lil Meta]
What you do it for, what you do it for?
What you do it for, what you do it for?
The ice, the money, the cars, the clothes
The ice, the money, the cars, the clothes
What you do it for, what you do it for?
What you do it for, what you do it for?
The blood, the bodies, the victims, the killing
The blood, the bodies, the victims, the killing