They Don`t Fuck Wit U Lyrics

They Don`t Fuck Wit U lyrics

Featuring Project Pat 

 

 

 (DJ Paul) [Intro Repeat 2X] 

 Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta 

 Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta 

 Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta 

 Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate 

 Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate 

 

 [Verse 1] (DJ Paul)

 I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest 

 Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X 

 Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up 

 In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts 

 Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in' 

 Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin' 

 Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight 

 Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life 

 

 [Verse 2] (Juicy J) 

 Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around 

 Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground 

 People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro 

 Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow 

 If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll 

 Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold 

 Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill 

 High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed 

 

 (Chorus: 2X) 

 They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them 

 Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb 

 You got no ends, now you got no friends 

 Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in 

 

 [Verse 3] (Project Pat) 

 

 Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya 

 Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya 

 Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest 

 No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next 

 I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ??? 

 No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine 

 Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight 

 I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate 

 

 [Verse 4] (Lord Infamous) 

 Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air 

 Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere 

 You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player 

 I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers 

 Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares 

 I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair 

 All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care 

 Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah 

 

 [Chorus X2] 

 

 [Verse 5] (Koopsta Knicca) 

 Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin' 

 Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges 

 Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well 

 Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell 

 This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it 

 Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it 

 Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch 

 Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders 

 

 [Verse 6] (Crunchy Blac) 

 My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again 

 He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends 

 He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane 

 And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different 

 Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough 

 Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust 

 In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga 

 Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up 

 

 [Chorus X2 ]

 

 (Til fade) 

 I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown