(Intro)
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Don't want to talk to ya
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Don't know ya, don't know how ya know my name
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I got a reputation of police chasing
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Ya bitch, I let it bang
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Nigga ya keep talkin', I keep walking
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Fuck around till the heat talkin
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It is yo coffin
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(Hook)
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I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me!
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Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea
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Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch
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Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch
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(Verse 1: Kidd Kidd)
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I don't fuck with ya, and ya know it, show it
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Four Deep whips, stolen, rolling
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Fo' 5 , I tote it, blow it
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Leave yo head split open, swollen
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Now it's all in yo noggin, popping
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Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rocking
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Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the FEDs come knocking
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Drop it, Man they plotting on my drug house
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Man, I hope they don't run in befo I run out
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I'm running out, I don't know who to trust now
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No dap, hugs, or what's up's now
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I don't fuck round with the fuck round
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Ya see me, get the fuck from around me
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(Verse 2: Young Buck)
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I don't talk, texts
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I don't off bets
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I don't fuck with niggas ain't from the set
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I'm from the projects
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Surprised ya ain't got robbed yet
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I really don't do no conversating, no call waiting
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I know y'all hatin, I'm cool wid it
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On probation with no patience
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I hop out and act a fool with it, fuck who diddit!
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If ya with it, then ya get it, 2 to yo fitted
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I don't fuck with none of y'all anyway
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Yo funeral could be any day
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Eva since I said send the Yay
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Ya fuck niggas been' in the way
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I'm just doing what 50 say
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Putting a hundred rounds in the k, Buck!
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(Hook)
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I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me!
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Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea
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Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch
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Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch
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(Verse 3: 50 Cent)
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My 4-5, I grip it, grip it!
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Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it
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Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it
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Front off a meal ticket, ticket
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Hoes want to come kick it, kick it
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Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it
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Up after we throw it, throw it
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Big money, we blow it
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That gangsta shit, we did it, get it
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Still do, we ain't new to it
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Boy, I ain't neva gon' tell on me
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Ya bitch nigga, bet ya do
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Ya talk a lot
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Niggas round here don't say much
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Niggas round here don't play that much
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Soon as shit pop, they blame us
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Cuz the money ain't neva go'n' change us
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(Verse 3: Tony Yayo)
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A lot of gun talk in the streets
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But real recognize real beef
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And real soldiers get the mission accomplished
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Neva slipping, steady gripping, killing fo nonsense
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Sideline hating, backbiting haters
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Catch ya in yo car like them red-light cameras
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Green light, what? Green light, woo
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My money cuz a fucking holocaust
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I green-light ya
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(Hook x2)
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I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me!
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Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea
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Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch
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Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch
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Don't Fuck With You
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| G-Unit |
