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chop - don't fuck with me lyrics

[hook]
don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me (x3)

[verse 1: chop]
sad beat, it fits cause this a funeral
they say rap so violent but this is beautiful
thinkin’ you can spit that’s what it’ll do to you
is it’s what its gon’ take for me to get through to you?
still playin’ that diss after your defeat
i’m bout to give you 10 cents a day so you can eat
cj you can not spit
why have you not quit?
i’m locked up in the booth like its holding me hostage
my words fast like a bullet, you non responsive
play this in the whip i know there’s no response diss
k!ll you in a hilton like dead perez
i got dead pres to represent me like nas did
i took it back to the last rhyme
now we back to the future and we all done with the past rhyme
now it’s time to p-ss time
time for fast rhymes, time to flip back to big kat, no, it’s not like last time
cj super slow i guess he’s not a fast guy
he’s -ss guys, cj prays i stop dissin’ like its m-ss time
shittin’ on him like my middle name is loo
nice bars from you more rare than a flu
“don’t” mess with this man, 3rd time i said this
let this rap sink in and learn your lesson
“don’t” have time for questions cause mine is to precious
and in case you didn’t get the message…

[hook]

[verse 2: chop]
money money yeah that’s all it’s bout
drop a stack on your -ss when i knock you out
dip me in the hall ways, what you picked a new route?
dunk you in the trash can, like jordan from the foul
pig pat me down they feelin’ my wealth
scared of a rapper and they fearin’ my wealth
snuck you with this diss you was blind when i stealth
but watch yo step i’m fellin my self
hit the quan hit the quan, raps soon to come in large quantity
i’m honest b, you gotta leave the game
your nicest diss like like an honest c
stay true with my mans he value honesty
like a b-tch with real tits that’s a, that’s a honest d
huntin’ yo -ss duck dynasty
you real nervous now but the guns away
what’s wrong? lookin’ like elyse after runaway
and i’m in the booth i, address andrew
don’t take offense that i’m comin’ at your man dude
he don’t know what he’s got himself into
he’s little in this world thinkin’ all his shits cool
that’s not the point tho, “not even”
let’s squash beef tho, it’s not seasoned
back to cj stop asking me what changed you
it shouldn’t take me to say you a lame fool!
still the same dude, shit somebody save you
i’m sorry this is what it came to…
but don’t f-ck with me

wouldn’t have to worry about shit like this

*choppy snaps*

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