(Intro)
Don't want to talk to ya
Don't know ya, don't know how ya know my name
I got a reputation of police chasing
Ya bitch, I let it bang
Nigga ya keep talkin', I keep walking
Fuck around till the heat talkin
It is yo coffin
(Hook)
I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me!
Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea
Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch
(Verse 1: Kidd Kidd)
I don't fuck with ya, and ya know it, show it
Four Deep whips, stolen, rolling
Fo' 5 , I tote it, blow it
Leave yo head split open, swollen
Now it's all in yo noggin, popping
Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rocking
Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the FEDs come knocking
Drop it, Man they plotting on my drug house
Man, I hope they don't run in befo I run out
I'm running out, I don't know who to trust now
No dap, hugs, or what's up's now
I don't fuck round with the fuck round
Ya see me, get the fuck from around me
(Verse 2: Young Buck)
I don't talk, texts
I don't off bets
I don't fuck with niggas ain't from the set
I'm from the projects
Surprised ya ain't got robbed yet
I really don't do no conversating, no call waiting
I know y'all hatin, I'm cool wid it
On probation with no patience
I hop out and act a fool with it, fuck who diddit!
If ya with it, then ya get it, 2 to yo fitted
I don't fuck with none of y'all anyway
Yo funeral could be any day
Eva since I said send the Yay
Ya fuck niggas been' in the way
I'm just doing what 50 say
Putting a hundred rounds in the k, Buck!
(Hook)
I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me!
Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea
Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch
(Verse 3: 50 Cent)
My 4-5, I grip it, grip it!
Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it
Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it
Front off a meal ticket, ticket
Hoes want to come kick it, kick it
Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it
Up after we throw it, throw it
Big money, we blow it
That gangsta shit, we did it, get it
Still do, we ain't new to it
Boy, I ain't neva gon' tell on me
Ya bitch nigga, bet ya do
Ya talk a lot
Niggas round here don't say much
Niggas round here don't play that much
Soon as shit pop, they blame us
Cuz the money ain't neva go'n' change us
(Verse 3: Tony Yayo)
A lot of gun talk in the streets
But real recognize real beef
And real soldiers get the mission accomplished
Neva slipping, steady gripping, killing fo nonsense
Sideline hating, backbiting haters
Catch ya in yo car like them red-light cameras
Green light, what? Green light, woo
My money cuz a fucking holocaust
I green-light ya
(Hook x2)
I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me!
Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea
Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch
