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(young) swoop g - not to be fucked wit (ryder version) lyrics

-(swoop talking)-

d-mn
where my grandmas at?
let me find my ski mask
got my gat
can’t let these n-ggas see my face so they get no finger prints
oh here we go
let’s roll
we on another mission

verse 1

catch me in the streets, wit out no heat you better blast
cuz if i catch you in traffic i’m dumpin’ slugs at yo -ss
there ain’t no stoppin’
i’m poppin’ til i release the 16
keep one in the chamber, pop in another clip and release
the murder scene is trauma cuz i done handled the drama
now i’m off to dump this strap off at my mama’s
i get another one of them 24 years 2-1
it ain’t no problem cuz the homies got a gang of guns
and i’m constantly puttin’ it down for the side where it’s at
it’s the land of big ballers in stillar hats
we stay heated
so make like michael jackson m-th- f-cka juss beat it
repeat it once again to let you n-ggas know i mean it
to slap you across the head cuz you ain’t leavin’
look what you did
(gasp)
now your whole family creepin’
i got the sk!lls to peel
a gang of enemies to k!ll
another bad drug deal there be some shootin’ at the hill
they tryin’ to k!ll us
but this time, them n-ggas didn’t get us
f-ckin’ wit them baby locs, we ride wit young hittas
n-ggas figure that they can catch a n-gga up in traffic
but pull up on me
i’m peelin’ n-ggas caps backwards
that nizine, that you was pullin’ out yo waist line
you used to work it fine, but didn’t make it this time
cuz i’m

-(chorus)- 2x

not to be f-cked wit, f-cked wit
dippin’ in my bucket
servin’ cocaine to them cluckers
and i, keeps my strap, keeps my strap
always
keeps my strap

verse 2

lookin’ out yo window all you gonna see is us young n-ggas ridin’
eastsidin’ it
survivin’ wit 3 strikes
livin’ the life of some youngstas livin’ plush
eighteens on my benz
gold d’s on my bucket
makin’ these duckets to lease
hoes can the datsun
i got 4 bad different b-tches where i can get my nuts l!cked
at yours too
but the difference between me and you is she gonna rob yo b-tch -ss as
soon as she get through n-gga
to bring yo cash to me
yo stash to me
it’s all gonna be for me
that n-gga wanted the hunney
b-tch all i want is the money
and she brings it to me my n-gga, juss like that
and after 2 or a few times i give a lil sumpthin’ back
this game is to be sold
not to be told
f-ckin’ wit the g, i tear you a new -ssh0l-
so watch yo liver
a sh-t bag is what i deliver
f-ckin’ wit this baby locster and n-gga i’m a hit her
and i’m

-(chorus)- 2x

verse 3

i serve ’em up like a loc
and hope this 2-0
n-gga you know, i’m finna rip ride the most
cuz vine to vine i blast through the woods of ingle
lay down all yo family, kinfolks, and people
from the hoobangin’ young swoop
yes, yes ya’ll
saggin’ down to my drawls
my set on the wall
i had to slow my roll to get in the rap business
but i’m ridin’ on fools livin’ wit this mill ticket
you shoulda stayed down
and you woulda got a mill ticket
(swoop what’s up wit that n-gga daz loc?)
i don’t know?
to be exact
i didn’t think daz was f-ckin’ wit the wack
and he know it’s like that on the eastside where we bang at
so tell me, is d-a-z a rida?
h-lla nah, that n-gga daz ain’t a rida (ah ha!)
i’m from eastside longbeach to the westside of inglewood
never, unless there’s tradgedy, from bringin’ terror
so once upon a time, in the early stages of my life
met a busta named kurupt
at lou zinger high
put his -ss in a dance from the way i do my thang
on the mic he displayed it
came from philly to la
i been all over
from crenshaw to the 60’s camp
on the 100 an nathin’
wit big d only strapped
it’s all about mashin’ (mashin’, mashin’)
stashin’ heat
if these fools run up, we some blasters
sayin’ i’m not to be f-cked wit
hit the corner on yo -ss in a bucket
i’m untouchable
unhittable
that n-ggas un-f-ck-witable
but they claim they gonna get me though
unforgivable
when i pull this trigger slow
as ya’ll watch muder shows
starring this baby loc
walk up on you wit this uzi, i swear juss like a movie
only one of ya’ll homies done did somethin’ to me
when i’m ridin’, seems like the only way to try
dumpin out the bullets like 10’s far from the eye
put dirt on me, murder me
now it’s time to meet your maker
nas move to la and watch these “street dreams” take ya
f-ckin’ wit me, rollin’ up the bomb, bomb weed
dippin’ in somethin cl-ssic from the early 60’s
straight g’s
eastside this
we ride this
take it for what it is, i’m not to be f-cked wit

-(chorus)- 2x

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