Can’t f*ck With Us lyrics

[Intro (Krayzie)]
Oh sh*t!
These n*ggas can't ready for this sh*t n*gga, trust me!
f*ck that n*gga, it's mothaf*ckin K in my Leathaface (uh-huh)
In this mothaf*cker, yeah (once again, it's on)
Represent that sh*t (don and dewel)

[Krayzie]
It's the n*ggas on the Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(K-mon, Krayzie Bone, Thugline, Two-Thousand)
It's the n*ggas on the Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(Everybody start takin these fake thugs about the game, yeah)

[Verse 1: Asu]
As the sky darking, automatics keep a sparking
Would you killed for the paper I'll be a full time hater
I just found myself to love ya a b*tch ass n*ggas
When they come around when I sneeze tryin to play me and I squeeze
To pull to ya back - maybe one of your face
Riding n*gga another di*k is what I called disgrace
You can take it how you want it n*gga you know who you are?
You know talent ass rapper plus you're far from the star
You just outta work acting n*gga playing it row
But I'ma show you how I can do when my heart gets cold?
You can handle this right gentleman and battle with his
Or we can take this to the street to get it some gangsta sh*t
n*ggas loves companies to prepare for the riot
I'ma ride for the Thugline, the Fed no man forgot
I'ma continue to get money n*gga I don't know 'bout you
But I'm straight out of the bricks, mothaf*cker I thought you knew
[Hook - 2x]
If we roll, we roll, get fo', ride die
Yes you know, fo' sho' place right high
If we roll, take natch in sky on public
Real killas gon' die, can't f*ck with us

[Krayzie (Talking)]
Yeah, it's Thugline baby
Real mothaf*ckers thugs back in this...

[Verse 2: Krayzie]
We got this mothaf*cka just tazz
And all these bustas like they stole some (stole some)
Two-thousand and mo' my money relation they change row some, n*gga
And game away but I'm feeling alittle bigger, alittle c*cky
It ain't breast broad sh*t - but a Twelve gauge
n*gga wanna get yo' Leatherface to get it inside of Gemini
Plus Mentalities got a few of 'em inside
So they can make 'em kill a n*gga
f*ck you, if you ain't a Thugline - who gives a f*ck about you?
They can run Leatherface
All of you n*ggas sh*t with lagging
It's stupid - past with this
Pick for talk and blast with this
And did it for n*gga come back for something
Because I'ma mad at these weapons right HERE
And mamacita and gimme the heat, hot c*cked and ready to burn
And got FIRE we spit FIRE
And where are my thugs at? Where the f*ck are my thugs at?
Find of fake n*ggas duck us and who you put your gun at?
Thugs for life, this sh*t is in my Blood for life
And I'ma Bust Slugs for mine
[Hook - 2x]
If we roll, we roll, get fo', ride die
Yes you know, fo' sho' place right high
If we roll, take natch in sky on public
Real killas gon' die, can't f*ck with us

[Verse 3: Young Dre]
Say now, is it n*gga match fo' and mo'
Feeliated with the man ah! my n*gga open do'
Something prove - fo' and mo', fisting charge
Take the torch - you ride with it
Real dough and ?? ninning, drop the top and side with it
Can't f*ck with us - representin it real
Soldi' still coming for the hill, road is blood stay in dollar deal
For the goodness come and get killers in my red
Fed they fond - cause man I ask n*ggas used to crazy

Killers, Killers - ready to ride down to the high
We ballers, ballers - when that desper in yo' mind
Too much that you live for, when the b*tch made n*ggas in yo' wig
Or we f*ck Ki' Poul - that's to be here to get it to the end

Say now, here where we sees in my clique the house dope
To close the shop is who we b*tch - on the di*k, get yo' mo' sh*t
Wannabe rappers plannin gangsta now - sash po's, hell lope
Most caminion 'round Hell No! you ever get f*ck these hustlas
[Hook - 5x]
If we roll, we roll, get fo', ride die
Yes you know, fa sho place right high
If we roll, take natch in sky on public
Real killas gon' die, can't f*ck with us

[Krayzie {Talking}]
F'real n*gga, I don't wanna be f*cked with the Thugline n*gga
Off to the mothaf*ckin real n*gga
Mothaf*ckin is too mothaf*ckin hard goin' on n*gga
Straight from the god damn streets
Yeah, my mothaf*ckin n*gga is in this mothaf*cker in Thugline, n*gga
Rest in peace to all the n*ggas that f*ck with me
And them n*ggas in mothaf*ckin Thugline n*gga
Don't let us be the n*ggas you runnin' to yo' on god damn streets n*gga
I'm just gon' tell you that
And f*ck every mothaf*ckin body, crazy.. city.. b*tch
You n*ggas don't see what kind of mothaf*ckin n*ggas be hears, right
Two-thousand n*gga, Thugline sunsh*t down in this mothaf*cka
We don't give a f*ck about ya
Runnin' mothaf*cka mouth in this sh*t bro' {*Laughs*}
And that's real n*gga
Got us say what's up to them n*ggas who put this sh*t togetha
Y'knowwahtI'msayin', much love to them n*ggas
Samposted, Manhouse and Heatvisions in this mothaf*cka
Ehh, what's up to my mothaf*ckin Squad n*gga, Thugline Records
Shut your ass down, like I told ya n*gga, f*ck what ya heard?
This sh*t is real! {*Repeats and fades*}