I Don’t f*ck With You lyrics

[Intro: Willie D]
Flip flop ass n*ggas
Ah Yeah
Geto Boys and Outlawz
Recognize the mob n*gga
I don't f*ck with you
So put your hands on me
[Scarface]
Yeah best said by homeboy Willie D
Triple cross to Mexico
[Willie D]
I don't f*ck with you
[Scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty motherf*ckers
That you thought was cool
Do you know me
[Willie D]
I don't f*ck with you
[Scarface]
I know what's happenin' with that
All the hoes
Let me take y'all n*ggas back to this incident

[Verse 1: Gotti of Fifth Ward Circle (FWC)]
n*gga you full of sh*t
b*tch now what is this, trick
Some new sh*t
Straight from yo hottub p*ss
n*gga I don't do it
f*ck around here with you
Oh, I smell puke, do
That's on you, true
You hit's 'em hard dog
And ho went hard, thought
You betray hard, lord
You straight fraud, brought
[Scarface]
Now on means, things stay out my face
You oughta play, like outta space
This n*ggas foul, runnin' off at the mouth
He talkin' loud, all of infront the crowd
[Willie D]
Dog, I knew this n*gga, what
We used to roll, roll
I saved his life, right
But he was shot at, trife
He burned his greed, deep
I spit his wig, sh*t
He met the gravedigger
Cause I'm the realest n*gga
[Chorus: DMG of FaceMob]
You n*ggas came here ridin' through
(I don't f*ck with you)
Heard the lavish thing we do
(I don't f*ck with you)
Shook a finger to my crew
(We don't f*ck with you)
For suck a di*k until you blew
Cause we don't f*ck with you
Hey b*tch, you like the things we do
(I don't f*ck with you)
Scared if I hit you, you might sue
(I don't f*ck with you)
You swear you gang can bang a new
(I don't f*ck with you)
But best keep doin' the sh*t we do
Cause we don't f*ck with you

[Verse 2: E.D.I of the Outlawz]
Now everytime is see you ass
I see the b*tch in your eyes
And what a lie
Ain't no surprise
Now you f*ck with that sign
It's a cold thing
You got the game f*ck up
Brown nose and every other n*gga rich
Like a broke b*tch
Excuse me miss, yeah you
You need to sit with me p*ss
I'mma get rich
While you stuck in that f*ck sh*t
Thug sh*t is what claim and bang
And never change
While you change
Suckin' and f*ckin' for everyday
[Verse 3: Napolean of the Outlawz]
Yeah, I see some n*ggas come and go
With a fifth of Hennesy to show
When we toss hoes, we share hoes
And n*ggas be frontin where the clothes go
(?)
What you spinnin' like Young Po
You hang around with the studio time
But n*gga, what the f*ck is you here fo'
Can you listen, please
So you got your Glock, laid squeeze
Try like I could f*ck with you
Or I have to bomb on you
Put it with your punk-ass
No heart, no light, no b*tch and no care
You some Bad Boy killers
When we see y'all n*ggas snatch cash

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[Verse 4: Young Noble of the Outlawz]
These Billy-teen-ass n*ggas
Pullin'-scheme-ass n*ggas
Fiend-ass n*ggas
Shootin'-dream-ass n*ggas
I mean, why anybody sound like Pac nowadays
But switch it up, be on way
Y'all gay-assed on anything
Stay tuned to the saga
Drama bring Karma, Karma bring charges
Whipin' y'all
Completely all the job did
Darkness, f*ck y'all sh*t
Cause we the hardest
Nasty new street regardless
So ease out you nuggets, faget
[Verse 5: Kastro of the Outlawz]
Beg down, I truck a young bug
Don't get it f*cked up
Hit the strip, get a grip n*gga
And blow some sh*t up
Talk fast and all ass, n*gga
You ain't got no nuts
Don't trick yourself out your life
You need to hide in the cup
What's up
Come on holla at your boy, real quick
I swallow hard times
And make it come out when I p*ss
n*gga pop pass the Mack and I ain't black
Picture that
The same n*gga that'll die for you
When you fall get your back
It's me, drunk as can be
In your b*tch ass
Singin' ?Stagalee?
Worry free on your b*tch ass
Blast back, ask that
Snap back like some whiplash
Young cash is black packed
Slap your rap with a big guess

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