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g unit - don't fuck with you lyrics

(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 b-tch, i let it bang
n-gg- ya keep talkin’, i keep walking
f-ck around till the heat talkin
it is yo coffin

(hook)
i don’t f-ck with you, you don’t f-ck with me!
n-gg-, talking just ain’t my cup o’ tea
don’t wanna shoot the sh-t, i’m a shoot the b-tch
don’t wanna shoot the sh-t, i’m a shoot the b-tch

(verse 1: kidd kidd)
i don’t f-ck 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 f-ck round with the f-ck round
ya see me, get the f-ck from around me

(verse 2: young buck)
i don’t talk, texts
i don’t off bets
i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s 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, f-ck who diddit!
if ya with it, then ya get it, 2 to yo fitted
i don’t f-ck with none of y’all anyway
yo funeral could be any day
eva since i said send the yay
ya f-ck n-gg-s been’ in the way
i’m just doing what 50 say
putting a hundred rounds in the k, buck!

(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 n-gg- will trick it, pick it
up after we throw it, throw it
big money, we blow it
that gangsta sh-t, we did it, get it
still do, we ain’t new to it
boy, i ain’t neva gon’ tell on me
ya b-tch n-gg-, bet ya do
ya talk a lot
n-gg-s round here don’t say much
n-gg-s round here don’t play that much
soon as sh-t 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 f-cking holocaust
i green-light ya

(hook x2)
i don’t f-ck with you, you don’t f-ck with me!
n-gg-, talking just ain’t my cup o’ tea
don’t wanna shoot the sh-t, i’m a shoot the b-tch
don’t wanna shoot the sh-t, i’m a shoot the b-tch

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