I Don’t Owe U sh*t lyrics

[INTRO]
Yeah, this goes out to all them n*ggas
Who bit my sh*t In '93
And still think I owe' em somethin'
Check it out ya'll

Eat a di*k up, eat a di*k up, eat a di*k up
Eat a di*k up, eat a di*k up, eat a di*k up
Eat a di*k up motherf*ckers
(I gotta let these n*ggas know)
(Maybe they're just jealous of the dollars I'm makin')

[VERSE 1]
I don't owe no n*gga nothin' but some feel like you, so
Left yo ass alone like Robinson Crusoe
I can freak the styles like I motherf*ckin' want to
And if you wanna kill yourself, why don't you?
13 ways, now it's all in the news
Life after death, which one do you choose
Of course, I feel no remorse for a sucka
And if you wanna die you just a dead motherf*cka
So pucker up and kiss my ass for me
My shotgun said Blaz4me
Blasphemy is what I'm speakin'
Freakin' my technique, and wreckin' the set
With a TEC you get wet
Upset, I shipwreck the whole skit
Just like Bobbitt, cuttin' off di*ks in the mix
f*ck them tricks like in them flicks
I'll burn that ass like a BIC
'Cause I don't owe you sh*t
[HOOK]
Psycho alpha disco beta, I don't owe you sh*t
Psycho alpha disco beta, I don't owe you sh*t
Psycho alpha disco beta, I don't owe you sh*t
Psycho alpha disco beta, I don't owe you sh*t

[VERSE 2]
I don't owe you no nothin' like I said once befo' and
n*ggas like yourself best to act like you know and
Oh man, I f*cked your ho and
Left some semen in her
Demon like The Omen
Yo man, don't even try that sh*t
With the Unholy Black Devil, n*ggas can't get with
I f*ck up sh*t just like this 'cause
This is for the Suicidalists
Don't miss if I bust a cap at your cranium
Russian Roulette who let me explain to 'um
Death ain't nothin' but life without the Bible
Oh don't let me go get my f*ckin' rifle
I'll go get my 12-gauge and bust one
Slug in your head, In God you trust son
I don't like the reverend when I state
Don't even pass the collection plate
'Cause I don't owe you sh*t
[HOOK]

[VERSE 3]
I don't owe you, but I know you
So you think you can get inside my head like a shrink
But I'm down with the crew called N-A-T-A-S
And we burn up sh*t like David Koresh
Nevertheless don't stress me, test me, or press me
Or the cops will have to come and arrest me
For kickin' up dust, if I must, I bust
In the 9-4 more n*ggas I can't trust
So when you see me better realize and recognize
That I can't be chastised
Open your eyes sucka, and see me just for what I am
A bad ass n*gga who jams, God damn, bam
n*ggas betta scram
I'm shootin' up the joint like Yosemite Sam
I am, not your regular n*gga, I will
Whip out the steel if you feel
'Cause I don't owe you sh*t