Up In My Face lyrics

(*Talks*)Don't these n*ggas know we murder n*ggas for real man?
(*Sings*)f*cking around with Z-Ro n*gga ya dead wrong (dead wrong) dead wrong (dead wrong)
(*Talks*)Know I'm saying, when I walk in the motherf*ckin club n*ggas be hatin, but guess what I see though
(*Sings*)I see some n*ggas tonight that should be having they head stomped (head stomped) head stomped (head stomped)

Z-Ro Verse:
Excuse me, get off my motherf*ckin toes
I ain't got no love for you motherf*ckin hoes
Raise up, 'fore a n*gga blaze up
I'd be the n*gga that'll tear yo face up
With a left, a right, I'm out-of-sight, I'm boss
I don't give a f*ck, you see me flippin when I floss
Riding with the Trae, riding with the Jay'ton
Riding with my brother, brother, then we be on
On a money making mission, Stackin our feddy
The world ain't ready, so heavy like a Chevy
Slow it down going down, we gon put it up
If you talking sh*t to us b*tch, we shoot it up
Talking bout yo block now, I be riding with my Glock now
It's non-stop now, around the clock now
Gotta get my motherf*cker paper
Stacking up my chips like Lego
Hey ho, I just want some brain
That's that n*gga Trae, that's my right-hand man
Man, n*gga we gotta master plan
Nothing but thousand dollars spreads up in our hands
f*ck going to jail, gotta make bail
We living in hell, so what the f*ck oh well
And I don't give a damn, as long as a n*gga stay free
Out here sippin codiene blowing on tree
At ease, motherf*cker, just relax
In my pocket, I gotta bunch of green backs
And that's fact, I wouldn't tell no lie
If you run up, I put a swoll on your eye
Don't even try to run up on that water
I beat the n*gga like a motherf*ckin motor
Like a transmission, and I'm standing up hustlin
On the motherf*ckin corner and I'm scufflin
To get my motherf*ckin cheese my motherf*cking bread
And you get one up in yo head
If you running up, trying to take what mine
And in my f*cking pant's line, I got that iron
Under my elastic, I'll put flowers up in a basket
For a bast*rd, to get his ass kicked
Try to f*ck around with n*gga that roll with plastic
Yeeaaahh....
(*Talks*)Alright, Know I'm saying
(*Sings*)I don't know why motherf*ckers up in my face bumping they gums
Lately..
(*Talks*)All that gum, and then he said here
(*Sings*)I don't know why motherf*ckers up in my face bumping they gums
Yeeaahhh....Lately...What the f*ck do you want with me?
(*Talks*)Feel me
(*Sings*)S.U.C
(*Talks*)That's my clique
(*Sings*)S.U.C..
(*Talks*)That's my fam
(*Sings*)And it can't stop...
(*Talks*)Till I D-I-E
(*Sings*)f*ck around, In HTOWN...
(*Talks*)Texas
(*Sings*)OOOooo...

(*Talks*)Alright, that's how we gonna ride out with this sh*t. Hoes know, n*ggas know. Know I'm saying, we don't give a damn. And I just did that off the top of my head

(*Sings*)Leave a n*gga dead...
From that Lex, (From that Lex) when you finish it (when you finish it)
Put him underground (ground), where he can't make a sound (can't make a sound)
We don't give f*ck (We don't give f*ck), cause we ride on buck (we ride on buck)
In a trophy truck (trophy truck), leave a n*gga stuck (leave a n*gga stuck)

...OOOooo...
(*Talks*)
Alright, and we gon ride out (ride out), slide out (slide out), ride out (ride out), know I'm saying
You gotta do it right when you do the ride out
Yeah n*gga, 2K3 we do our dirt but we hide it like a bottle of cyanide
We on the South-sill fa-lil, b*tch
Guess that's just how it is
f*cking with us southside n*ggas
f*ck it, I guess that's just how it is man
We don't give a damn though
n*ggas gonna have to make way for us fool
Cause guess what...
(*Sings*)You can...Keep watching, keep peeping, ya still sleeping, on the weekend. But we be up and we be woke...
(MUSIC CUTS)
(*Talks*)Damn the beat gone? f*ck the track, let's go to the next one