f*cking Around lyrics

[Young Jeezy]
Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around
f*ckin' around, f*ck around, get stuck in the ground
I ain't no bustas, y'all n*ggas better stop f*ckin' wit me
I hit the clown in the dirt
Jump on the top wit a drop, that n*gga down in the dirt
The first n*gga quick to get it first
Call the paramedic's 'cause the police be stealing from the hearse
I aim it at ya hat when I burst
If I don't get a Grammy, I'm headed at the rat n*ggas first
And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb
Slap that b*tch on the third
n*gga done caught with a slur, can't see sh*t but a blur
Crank up that Chevy let her purr
We all from the curve b*tch n*ggas runnin up nerve
I ain't gon' let you die and I tag a man
Said you runnin' from the hood and I'm Pakistan
b*tch I'm a motherf*ckin' jacka man
And understand when the motherf*ckin' crack is stayin'
Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around
f*ckin' around, f*ck around, get stuck in the ground
I ain't no bustas, y'all n*ggas better stop f*ckin' wit me
Y'all motherf*ckers better run 'cause we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got a 4.4 that shoot the door and got buck loads of that 84
And like John Doe, hit ya city
Start killing every n*gga who ain't feelin this rhyme
And ain't feelin this vibe
To many n*ggas goose necking my ride
But okay, my A.K. fully
Y'all n*ggas watch how you step to me
And y'all young n*ggas back the f*ck up
And don't make me act the f*ck up
'Cause its a another war, I'll kill every motherf*cker that y'all know
That's yo ma, pa, sister n law, yo' daddy, yo' dog and yo' hoe
Now I ain't claim to be a saint and no goddamn serial killer
I just wanna know my n*gga what made you disrespect a n*gga
What you thought I was buster, sucker, a rapper or actor
n*gga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day f*ck n*gga I'm
Gon catch ya
Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around
f*ckin' around, f*ck around, get stuck in the ground
I ain't no bustas, y'all n*ggas better stop f*ckin' wit me
Been got my B's got my cheese
f*ck n*gga you don't play wit G'
c*ck back aim and squeeze
Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees
My ole boy didn't raise no snitch
My ole girl didn't raise no b*tch
You outta line I'll kill you b*tch
Now put that sh*t on my chick
Man, I pull bout 26 b*tches
Gotta perk sh*t 26 inches
On the concrete n*gga
Gotta lace on the concrete n*gga
At least when I rap a lot
Break down O's in the trap a lot
f*ck n*gga, I got crip for days
Slip n Slide wit dem boys from Dade
305 to the 404, G sh*t we'll take ya hoe
Look dog we'll take ya bricks
f*ck you n*gga I hope it's worth it
Spray ya ass like a job from perfect
Gay man suck a di*k A-T-L, Dade County and Trick
Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around
f*ckin' around, f*ck around, get stuck in the ground
I ain't no bustas, y'all n*ggas better stop f*ckin' wit me
Y'all suck ass n*ggas keep playin' wit me
f*ck around see me with AK in the streets
Start bussin' makin' motherf*ckers lay in the streets
All 'cause of what a n*gga say on the beat
Look I'ma G that's sayin' the least
From trappin' to sprayin' the heat to wearin' the key
Instead of all that attention you were payin' to me
You should have been mindin' ya business and keepin' it pimpin'
But I know most n*ggas ain't built like that
Just know old n*ggas get killed like that
You don't wanna f*ck around with Tip like that
Look Flip when the body bag zip that's that
n*ggas wanna talk sh*t and c*ck deuce
Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin'
So you can run hide and tell lies if you want to
But when I f*ck around and run up on you
What you gon' do?