Can't Fuck Wit Me Lyrics

[Thug Addict:]
I get down to low down and dirty
Filthy if we're buried
Old nasty ass
Like they don't bath the ass, niggaz
How the f*ck you think a bitch, nigga steal the green off grass
Like I steal the stank off shit
I'm a lyrical lunatic, paper stacked like bricks
I'm so cold I put a hole in the bottomless pit
Spit rounds like a shoe shine, like Luke from 2 Live
I'ma pop it like firecrakers on the fourth of July
Hey now, what the f*ck is said now
Boy now, you got to slow ya roll ha
f*ck, f*ck 'em
f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, I don't trust 'em
Go head on, what's wrong, I ain't gon' do you nothin'
You talkin' that shit about who ya wit'
But I'm on some old Gangstafide, Soldierfide, Shaka Zulu shit
Exellent, terrific and fantastic
I'm a lyrical flyin' trapeese with gymnastics with the tradgics
But you find your muthaf*ckin' mind like it was on that acid
I'm fire, found somewhere round the jumbalia
This city be mine muthaf*ckaz wanna f*ck wit' a nigga that roll like
truckers
Hit like brass knuckles then burn like rubber
Bust 'em down wit a double like it ain't no trouble
Watch 'em drinkin' drama tryin' to rumble wit' the nigga that rap like an
anacinda
Runnin' through this bitch like Ernest Bonner
Hot like lava, bout to let the whole thing burn on fire

[Chorus 1: x2 Repeated with Chorus]
Ya'll niggaz can't f*ck wit' me
(Ya'll niggaz can't f*ck wit' me)
Better get ya M-1s and your artillery
(Ya'll niggaz can't f*ck wit' me, wha)
Ya'll niggaz can't f*ck wit' me
(Ya'll niggaz can't f*ck wit' me)
You f*ck wit' me and there's gonna be some f*ckin' casualties
(Ya'll niggaz can't f*ck wit' me, wha)

[Beelow:]
Watch 'em pull that trigger back, cock it, pop it, and watch me roll
I'm flexin' on these tracks like I was a dancer on solid gold
You thought it was some real shit partner now it's time to get down
Now you can hide if you want to but I'ma start bustin' some rounds
Got niggaz tippin' and tappin', oh yeah they watchin' they back
We some real ass ballers not some gangstas on crack
Get it how we live, thuggin' muggin' and plugin' yo' hoes
Windows rolled up tight gettin' gone on them mo's
Call him paranoid the way I catch them eyes on my face
Heart beatin' at a rapid pace when I walk up in the place
And ain't no way I'ma let these ussy niggaz kill me, steal me
I know you real niggaz feel me
I roll with gangsta muthf*ckaz that'll bust wit' me
Unload some slugs wit' me, mess up all these thugs wit' me
They still got love for me, and gives it up for me It ain't a nigga in the game that could f*ck wit' me

[Chorus 2: x2 Repeated with Chorus]
(You can't f*ck wit' me)
(You can't f*ck wit' me, nigga)
Ya'll niggaz can't f*ck wit' me
Better get ya M-1s and your artillery
(You can't f*ck wit' me)
(You can't f*ck wit' me)
(ou can't f*ck wit' me, nigga
Ya'll niggaz can't f*ck wit' me
You f*ck wit' me and there's gonna be some f*ckin' casualties
(You can't f*ck wit' me)

[Beelow:]
You comin' at some brave muthaf*ckaz and ballers for life
I'm rollin wit' nothin' but niggaz who put in down we ain't nothin' nice
Niggaz payed to rap, payed to muthaf*ck wit' the mic
Niggaz come in here and say, "Goddamn that shit sound tight"
Takin' the industry by storm all you see in the spark
Niggaz shine so hard that we glow in the dark
Nigga we on aother level comin' hard from the start
Got ya shakin' in ya boots and got ya grabbin' your heart
Ain't no need for runnin' now cause we layin' it down
Got the game sewed up our bullets sprayin' 'em down
But we the brothers, you just can't f*ck with us, this the shit that make
niggaz go off
Better get the brigade for the verbal assassin cause he bound to go off
Somebody say slow the f*ck down you comin' to quick
Cause whether I'm rappin' fast or slow, I still be the shit
I'ma break it down for you pay attention to this
Ya'll bitch ass niggaz can't f*ck wit' my shit

[Da Ganksta:]
Nigga I be down and dirt strictly bout my 'phetamines
To pushin' game to pullin' that iron and makin' muthf*ckaz bleed
Don't f*ck wit' me, behind my issue label me a killa
I'm pimpin' the game and bringin' th pain to make my pocket thicker Nigga
respect mine, abide your self in that water
I be comin' with slaughter, neighborhood, stalker
Nigga ain't no stopin' this sick feelin'
Blood spillin' and seein' killin'
Drug dealin' and cap peelin'
Slappin' niggaz wit' that ammunition when I'm on a mission
I'm drillin' these niggaz
Pumps and AR15's, and AK's, and .45's, and the Mack 11 we'll deal wit' these
niggas
Maintainin' my status while I'm cheapin' dozier
When it's time to ride I'ma run through a nigga wit' my chrome soldier
Nigga you don't wanna buck wit' me

[Chorus 3: x2 Repeated with chorus]
Ya'll niggaz can't f*ck wit' me
(Ha, what the f*ck)
Better get ya M-1s and your artillery
(Ha, what the f*ck you gon' do nigga)
Ya'll niggaz can't f*ck wit' me
(Ha, what the f*ck)
You f*ck wit' me and there's gonna be some f*ckin' casualties
(Ha, what the f*ck you gon' do nigga)

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