[Intro: T3]
Yeah

[Verse 1: T3]
I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie about me and mine
Yo, run it back, run it back
I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie 'bout me and mine
I squeeze them nines from behind the blinds
I'll leave you flat in the ground, in the pine box
I'm not a killer wit' mine
But I'll get rid of a n***a to get a piece of mind
If you got the bars, separate me from mine
I must be dope for you to steal my style
Try to take my sound
Yo, run it back, run it back
I must be dope for you to steal my style
Try to take my sound
You don't want those pieces out
Better yet, you'd better kneel in church
Don't want these, heard?
Put a hole through your Dittrich fur
Your little style that you got is so minimal
Is you ready to swing blows with a criminal? (What)

[Chorus: T3 & Elzhi]
Things we do to you
Things we doing, doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing, doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing, doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing, doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing
[Verse 2: Elzhi]
You heard the clique
Push excursion whips
New Shearling's kicks
Two words, I'm sick
Run it back, I'm sick
Every verse I spit
Got a cursive writ
I find the words that fit
They come together like hoes on the curb for dick
On a urge to trick
For them services
Call me sir, or if
You prefer to diss
Get turban twist
Woah, nervousness
I curtain piss on any n***a that's lame
Call me sick and insane
Talkin' chickens for brains
Shift the stick in the Range
When I click and I bang
N***as pick up your frame
'Til you lifted in shame
They goin' down quite quick like a wick when in flame
I'm in the wickedest game
Run it back, wickedest game
Don't get sticked for your chain
It's the Slum to the Villa
Your head's under the pillow
Why? (We're coming to kill ya)
It's like that, bitch
[Chorus: T3 & Elzhi]
Things we do to you
Things we doing, doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing, doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing, doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing, doing
Things we do to you
Things we doing

[Bridge]
Introducing
The world famous
Slum Vi-Village
Are y'all ready, baby?
Let me know if y'all ready
All the way from Det— (*Scratches*)
Detroit
[Verse 3: Elzhi & T3]
Yeah, yeah
You look and stare
I see you shook in prayer
I bust at you (Bang)
They cuffin' who?
What you wanna do?
One, two, you wanna? (Uh)
For sure you do (For sure you do)
If you ho the crew (You ho the crew)
I don't need a clip
To bust your lip
I run your shit
With a swift fist
If you gon' talk the shit (Talk the shit)
I'm aiming quick (I'm aiming quick)
You'd better run (You'd better run)
'Cause I don't miss ('Cause I don't miss)