1st verse
You sure you wanna walk through them doors/ get on that floor/ shake for them boys?/ they don’t see ya inners all they see is outer dressing/ and you ain’t dressing well enough to keep those fellas guessing/ You sure you wanna step in that club/ weapons and drugs/ reppin’ them thugs?/ your sneaks is clean your neck is bling oh you just know you ballin/ you so caught up in all that you don’t even know you fallin/ you the one that’s spinning them tracks/ you spun that track/ you had to run that back/ what would happen if all the music that makes your play list/ was hated by your Creator and would never make His A list?/ Standing in the club playing clue/ the lights went low and the thugs came through/ the slug came through and hit two in the chest/ they said how you gonna do it/ you said do it to death/ I said
Chorus
We don’t know/ or/ we don’t care/ either/ we don’t know/ or we don’t care/ we just keep on moving/ shakin’/ bouncin’/ groovin’/ holler pop your collar study dirge dancin to our own demise
We don’t know/ or/ we don’t care/ either/ we don’t know/ or we don’t care/ we just keep on moving/ shakin’/ bouncin’/ groovin’/ clubbin’/ brushin’ shoulders study dirge dancin to our own demise
2nd verse
You sure you wanna stand on that block/ handling the rock/ scrambling from cops/ you got locked up and got bailed out but watch out/ cuz rap sheets can turn to the jail house rock/ You sure you want to be up in them clips/ puckering lips/ trying to be a video vixen?/ you think teasing and leaving them hot for some action is sexy but what happens when little girls copy the patterns you set see/ that’s why the hood looks like it does/ we don’t like what’s good or right we love/ sinning so much it’s so much pleasure in the beginning/ but we never think of the pain it causes us in the ending/ the same cat that came through in coupe/ doin’ dirt/ on the block/ came through in a hearse/ now his crew is pouring liquor like “you was the best”/ I said how yall gonna do it/ they said “do it to death”/ I said
Chorus
3rd verse
The streets aint the only ones dancing dirge/ the church got they own style ask the clergy/ they see so many cats gliding/ it’s like they moon walking when they back sliding/ so you just wanna sit in them pews/ singing them blues/ the Spirit aint move?/ and If He’s moving then how we can’t move from our seats and take this blessed message out and bless somebody on them street/ You sure you wanna master that style/ dance in them isles/ acting all wild/ is that what life in the church is really all about/ shoutin’ and like musical chairs the music stops we fall out?/ All outside of what should be the center/ we busy cooking dinners and frowning on crooked sinners/ church contest to try to see who’s is the best/ we do it so good but why we gotta do it to death/ I guess
