They Don't F**k Wit U

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Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
 Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
 Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
 Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
 Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
 I grab my swatter i swat this bug, he laid to rest
 Fuckin' wit t-r-i-p-l, e-s-i-x
 Niggaz be talkin' but in the end i like fuck 'em up
 In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts
 Bitch where you graduated from, i said a school of hoe-in'
 Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin'
 Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight
 Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life
 Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around
 Never wanna step cuz three 6 mafia put you in the ground
 People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
 Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
 If a member call me then i'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
 Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
 Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
 High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed
 They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
 Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
 You got no ends, now you got no friends
 Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
 Whachu doin' round hea? my nigga i gotta get ya
 Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so i split ya
 Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest
 No understandin', projects the greedy, ya could be next
 I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a???
 No hesitatin', i come out buckin' so watch the nine
 Off in east memphis transactin' bizness i know you straight
 I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones i hate
 Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air
 Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
 You wanna know if the lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player
 I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
 Everywhere that i go i'm gettin' all these evil stares
 I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
 All in my bizness, god is my witness i don't even care
 Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah
 Repeat 2x
 Deep deep in them trenches of memphis where i'm seriously pimpin'
 Da koopsta da knicca breakin' mo bitches than london got bridges
 Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
 Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell
 This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-i for you niggas that've lost it
 Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will??? off it
 Call chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
 Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders
 My nigga cb he be back out here on these bricks again
 He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends
 He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane
 And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different
 Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
 Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
 In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
 Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up
 Repeat 2x
 (til fade)
 I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and i'm blown
 

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Duration
04:04
Key
4
Tempo
146 BPM

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