You don't do dat You wanna do dat You don't do dat
All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up
Now eve'body wanna fuckin' they own label Wouldn't on the first shit to to the table They in they own fantasy somethin' a fable Handicap all disabled
I shut 'em down, like a 'Cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit the producer Coreleone, town representatives Fuck Don P Man some of y'all too
But ya right, me But ain't day you gon' touch me Talkin' 'bout, Don P, why you Man you to chill out get to the money
I already got it and Trill nigga I all my problems besides I'm all respectin' I'ma man, before anybody
All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up
you starin' at? This ain't no free show You gon' make me back, hit ya ass in the door You wanna do dat, hear dem thangs clit-clak Goes in ya through the front, out through the back
Come and my night, love to talk but hate to fight Was you a I was a bitch, it don't go away ova night Man up man up I told you once before stand up
All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up
Now if you niggaz keep playin', you gon' make a nigga a hole through yo' chest, is yo' flesh, I can see yo' soul You don't do dat, I'ma hit you wit a bat Talkin' all dat nigga and I'ma hit you wit da gack
Seventeen out da barrel on my .45 Four five equals nine goin' through yo spine Sit yo ass down hoe, a move you gotta go Erase you off da map and beat yo ass at yo own
Ain't playin' no games wit you lames when it to gangsta shit Throwin' up my finger, grabbin' on my own dick Niggaz they slick take yo pick, which one you want? Bullets flyin' through yo house or goin' through yo door
yo ass choke wit different strokes of my hand movements Say dat your a G, in these streets, man you gotta in Next, time I see you talkin' shit I'ma rearrange yo and put yo ass in a ditch, bitch
All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit
Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up
You wanna do dat You don't do dat You wanna do dat ...