Buckshot Steele Swan You Can`t Fuck With Us Lyrics

You Can`t Fuck With Us Lyrics

[Swan]



Ah, heard ya niggas wanna murder we



Huh, what? Probably you never heard that we



Droppin bombs, who that be? Mr. Swan



Here to kill our rivals on CD-ROM



Be, Generals ST & BD, bout to make history, just like graffiti



You can't fuck wit it, it's the topic



So wit no further adieu, please drop it







[Buckshot]



Frustration, builds upon the master of the ceremony



The master of the ceremony, is the M.C. on stage



But, if it's BDI, then you'll be in a daze



Trapped in my double D, like you in a maze



The God Don Rullian, said word is bond, BD it's time to shine



So my number one role is to get rid of the swine



Devil in the blue dress, wit the brooder finesse



The black robe and the black vest







[Steele]



Oh, someone whose quick to come around you



Leave from around you, then they talk about you



Someone constantly try to down you



Get down and then they try to hound you



You can't fuck wit a nigga like that



Can't fuck wit us, cuz our shit's so phat



Fit like a cold frigid iceberg sittin in the freezer



Be the one's makin your spot hot like the heater



Watch me K.I.M. wit the speed of a cheetah



Me and my sons, like DJ'in wit them Adidas



Soarin, tourin, over the bullshit



So you know the camp that you can't fuck wit







[Chorus 6X]



You can't fuck wit us







[Buckshot]



What's that shit, it's some shit called jealousied



I think it's airborne, so I cover up my mouth and eyes



When I get around mad niggas, up in the club, downin mad liquor



As they drink, I proceed to think



whose the first one to make the comment



That, Buck ain't shit, behind my back



The God ST predicted this shit, I'm sick of this shit



It's two many niggas on my licorice shit



Sweatin BDI for a flick, but you can't fuck wit this, nigga







[Steele]



Considerin everything that I'd been through



Got me lookin for someone else to get into



To satisfy my needs, but ain't no satisfyin greed



So it seems what I need is all mental



In the struggle I strive to keep my eyes on the prize



But the prize keeps missin my reach



I realize, that the closer I get, the further it seems



Am I wide awake, or am I livin the dreams



I see myself in the big scheme, elevatin



Me and my fam will amount to many great things



So don't think you can fuck wit us, you can't fuck wit us







[Chorus to fade]







(Buckshot rhymin simply in the background)