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 fuckin' have they own label Wouldn't on the first to bring to the table They in they own fantasy somethin' like a Handicap all disabled
I shut 'em down, a computer 'Cause nobody fuckin' wit the super producer Coreleone, town representatives Fuck Don P Man some of too sensitive
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 got it and I'ma Trill nigga I handle all my besides I'm all about I'ma man, before checkin'
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
What you starin' at? ain't no free show You gon' make me back, hit ya ass in the door You don't wanna do dat, dem thangs clit-clak in ya through the front, comes out through the back
Come and make my night, love to talk but to fight Was you a I was a bitch, it don't go away ova night Man up man up I told you before motherfucker 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 wanna do dat, hit you wit a bat Talkin' all dat shit and I'ma hit you wit da gack
Seventeen out da barrel on my .45 Four plus five equals nine through yo spine Sit yo ass down hoe, make a move you go you off da map and beat yo ass at yo own show
Ain't playin' no games wit you lames when it comes to shit Throwin' up my middle finger, on my own dick thank they slick take yo pick, which one you want? Bullets flyin' through yo or goin' straight through yo door
Make yo ass wit different strokes of my hand movements Say dat your a G, in these streets, man you prove in Next, time I see you talkin' shit rearrange yo mouth 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' that 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 wanna do dat You don't do dat ...