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You don't fuck wit these

You wanna fuck wit these
Run up you bitch and I'll have you clockin' G's
Wit my knockout jab, mess and stab
Yo' ass in the gut, I don't give a

with the brown, clownin' these honkies
That got us in the mix they 666
Tricks get found, like tuna
Bailin' through your in my fresh suede Pumas

And I hit gates, nigga pump yo' brakes
'Cause I runnin', you better start gunnin'
Take your hand off metal
There's nowhere to hide, 'cause the world is a

my afro long like Mad Dawg
On a velvet poster, 40 on the
'Cause don't play that shit
Been hard on a nigga [unverified]

Sayin' you need Jesus, 'cause I got the sweatshirt
With the three fat, creases and it's on like that, where you at?
At a phone booth, I'm comin' in the
Beanie pull over, there they go

Drive real slow so we can let them hoes
G's even bust on L.A.P.D.'s
Make 'em eat cheese, 'cause they don't wanna fuck with
And he wanna fuck wit these

I got mo' flavor than a hoe with a
And a stick of gum on her tongue, I get you
the psycho-alpha-disco, my fist go
In my pocket, on my pistol

But I won't pull it out 'til it's time to
Make the girls say, "Damn, niggaz have shit"
I see Satan, waitin' in the cut
For black motherfucker, to bail out his hut

And I don't give a fuck
About a sheriff who's tryin' to a [unverified]
My chinny chin hit him up with the right
And then I bend got his ass in my sight

My Chuck's hit the cement, then I the corner
Yellin', "Cop Killer, and Time-Warner"
Got the [unverified] niggaz say, damn he's so sweet
Hypnotize yo' ass that shit 'Knee Deep'

And you hate it, gang-affiliated, niggaz be bumpin', just a somethin'
From that locked out that cater to the O.G.'s
And let you know, that you don't fuck wit these
And you wanna fuck wit these
And you don't fuck wit these

Rollin' through the hood, when I see a
I hit the switch, she's on my
T-shirt, thick like Hanes
They say I got St. rushin' through my veins

the CRASH units, all the way to Vice
They claimin' Ice Cube, nuttin' nice
'Cause I keep hittin', Bill Clinton
No repentin', just

I can walk the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my on my gun, 'cause I ain't the one
Bang you're dead, out your head
I wish I was the nigga that invented

Now I got it poppin' but that odor?
Smells like a hot pot of bakin' soda
'Cause I know nigs from A's to Z's slangin'
Sayin you don't fuck wit these

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