You wanna do dat You wanna do dat You don't do dat
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
Now eve'body wanna have they own label on the first shit to bring to the table They in they own somethin' like a fable Handicap all disabled
I 'em down, like 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 'nam day you touch me Talkin' 'bout, Don P, why you Man you need to out get to the money
I already got it and I'ma Trill I all my problems besides I'm all about I'ma man, before anybody
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? This ain't no show You make me cock back, hit ya ass in the door You don't wanna do dat, dem thangs clit-clak Goes in ya through the front, comes out through the
Come and make my night, to talk but hate to fight Was you a bitch? I was a bitch, it don't go away ova Man up man up I told you once before motherfucker up
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
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 shit and I'ma hit you wit da gack
times out da barrel on my .45 Four five equals nine goin' through yo spine Sit yo ass down hoe, a move you gotta go you off da map and beat yo ass at yo own show
Ain't playin' no games wit you lames it comes 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 or goin' straight through yo door
Make yo ass choke wit different of my hand movements Say dat your a G, in streets, man you gotta 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 ...