Lyrics
Im just tryna tell you, I am not to be fucked wit//
All these other fuckers out here stay on that dumb shyt//
How many dudes I done jumped, fucked up n cut quick//
Im sayin, what I gotta do to prove im not to be fucked wit//
Im just tryna tell you, I am not to be fucked wit//
All these other fuckers out here stay on that dumb shyt//
How many dudes I done jumped, fucked up n cut quick//
Im sayin, what I gotta do to prove im not to be fucked wit//
Sick & twisted, futuristic, rip shyt when I kick it//
I spit wit a bic so much, its sticks when I click it//
Slick wit a different typa style when I write//
Im nice wit a mic, knockin MC’s out twice when I fight//
Remote controlled flow, so no need to hold the ipod//
Plus ya need a calculator to count the hoes that I got//
Plus I got 7 inch touch screen dvd’s in the seats//
So I can see with ease, just how many MC’s ima eat//
Just for speakin to me, ill leak an mp3 in the streets//
Bout how easy it’d be, to leave em bleedin, screamin in weeks//
Whose evil as me? None, so I got em chuckin that deuce deuce//
Cuz they know ill pull a gat & put a cap in their Bluetooth//
Ill shoot you, show you how technology gets down//
I spit rounds, rip clowns, & empty them clips out//
In this house, I got bars on lock like a padlock//
cash like a jackpot, blowin tops back like a laptop//
Tongue slick, but I aint on that gum runnin fuck shyt//
A dumb bitch loves bumpin gums but fuck that fuss shyt//
Get done quick, I bust lipps, n I aint on that gun shyt//
Nah, I stay wit razor blades, dumb tricks get cut quick//
I run quick, cut quick, got backup, they better come quick//
Cuz by the time ya guys arrive, you dyin, cuz I done flipped//
I don’t tripped, flipped out, pulled the razors tip out//
I dipped out, cuz now you gota a blade up in ya ribs, ouch//
Cuz this clown, aint callin bluff when I pull that shyt out//
Im pissed now, try to survive the fight, ya better get down//
You hit now, bitch sit down, better tell ya bitch to sit down//
For she fuck around and get cut too, ill put ya bitch down//
I get down, fuck playin them games I pull my shyt out//
And slice n dice every last cat, that’s up in this house//
Kill every cats you come wit, cuz im done wit the dumb shyt//
Yo, what I gotta do to prove that I am not to be fucked wit//