You Don’t Wanna f*ck Wit Me lyrics

[Hook]
You don't wanna f*ck with me
You don't wanna f*ck with me
You don't wanna f*ck with me
You don't wanna f*ck with me
Luciano!

[Verse 1: Julius]
If a n*gga look into my
Head you will see that my screws are missing
I don't give a damn, got my tool to fix sh*t
When I say tool that's euphemistic
For the ruger, I'm not tryna confuse you nitwits
We can get on some pugilist sh*t
Or feud with biscuits, you can pick it
If you wanna shoot terrific
I don't usually miss with the Uzi, but you can risk it
You're dealing with a top notch professional
Choppin' necks is my profession now
I confess my style, rotten extra foul
n*ggas wanna get rid of me I can question how
Y'all dudes ain't hot ya less than mild
I suggest ya try to shut ya mouth
If I hear a consonant or vowel
Then I get to pulling out my chopper, wet cha BLAOW!
Yea, me and the Glock are best of pals
You can rock a vest but even Ron Artest
Cannot contest my shot under my T
Is the MAC in fact I'll Rocket just like Yao
Yea, I spit crack raw dope
Put an end to n*ggas with this cat draws close
I ain't tryna give you a minute to chat nah yo
I let the gat talk BRAP! n*gga that's all folks!
Kenny Siegel!

[Verse 2: Kenny]
Y'all muthaf*ckas know that Kenny carry a weapon
That'll teach you n*ggas who test me a lesson
Ya sets finna lessen, no jestin'
I'll be up in a n*ggas home nestin'
He come back, raise my arm like I got a question
That's when I blast clips, put em in the casket
Hit em with the ratchet, hit em like a jab and
Stick em like a cactus, peel a couple caps and the
bast*rds'll backflip, flip em like a mattress
I'll make a n*gga need stitches in them like jeans
Hit em with a knife in a pit that n*gga might sleep
Young villian I be killin em with my ink
Spillin on a white sheet, put em under white sheets
I'm a vulture with the coldest spit
For those who trip I hold them clips (I keep steel)
Like I'm motionless, close ya lip
Or chrome will spit, get blown to bits (when he spill)
Who can match me, this killer is crafty
This belligerent and militant n*gga is nasty
Catch a n*gga grillin thats when I'm peelin the MAC heat
Fold that muthaf*cka quick as the hem on my khakis
When this n*gga administer sentences
I'm sinister when I'm spittin raps, n*ggas be tremblin
I'm venomous with a pen and pad, killin my nemesis
Even killin' the innocent diminishes n*ggas in a bad mood
Demetrius Capone!

[Verse 3: Demetrius]
The Beretta wet a competitor sweater up
Never f*ck, with a predator, n*ggas better hide
Better duck, nevermind
I'm a Decepticon and Megatron'll find n*ggas every time
I eat competitors with every line, cause I read his mind
And served his freestyle ahead of time
Before the n*gga ever said a line, then I infrared his mind
I dot n*ggas like the letter "i"
See y'all on that feminine sh*t
I'm a n*gga on that criminal sh*t, you b*tch n*ggas'll flip
My spit is ridiculous, sicker than syphilis
Slip in the clip and I'm ripping ya ligament quicker than lickety Split!
This menacing and venomous n*gga
Been infamous since the beginning of Genesis, killin n*ggas with Sentences
The wickedest lyricist on the premises
With villainous flows, even killing innocent witnesses
If you a cop, I'm killing ya
From any block, n*gga from here to La Cienega
I'm sendin ya shots, to get rid of the opposition
When I'm rippin the Glock, to get rid of the competition
I listen to Ambitionz Az A Ridah
Then the spirit of 'Pac enter me, then I got to hit em up
I don't, give a, f*ck, you're not familiar
With the mafia, my n*ggas is la familia (n*gga what?!)
[Hook]
You don't wanna f*ck with me
You don't wanna f*ck with me
You don't wanna f*ck with me
You don't wanna f*ck with me

[Verse 4: Crooked I]
Wait for it...
Uh, I'm a predator and a goon
With a MAC-11 and Tec, I'm better than you assume
Leave skeletons in the tomb, like veterans in platoon
My weapon big enough to kill the elephant in the room
You irrelevant, you failin' in your development element
And I was intelligent in the womb
Excellin in the cocoon, with a extra digestive system
For all competitors I CONSUME!
Shoulda played the role of Cobain;
Suicide, tried to blow your own brain
Now the lead finna clap, you'll be dead with your head in your lap
Like you tried to blow your own brains
You can die, Duke and I, nukin my enemies like Kim Jong-il
Head huntin and pushin that red button so much
Even di*k Cheney and Bush like "Chill, dawg chill!"
Naw, I'm the real raw deal
I was built off skill, I'mma still draw steel
I'mma kill y'all still, I'll fulfill y'all will
I don't feel y'all real, on the real dawg KNEEL!
You could burn with Satan, no lie
Today's Friday, the day you gon' fry
Brr POW, CHICK-CHICK-CRAOW!
Those sound effects for the way you gon' die! (bye!)
You don't wanna f*ck with me...