Freddie Gibbs & Dj Paul Find Out Lyrics

[Intro]
Mafia
(DJ Paul)
f*ck around and find out
Y'all already know what it is, nigga
Bitch!

[Chorus: x1]
You f*ck around and find out, you're f*ckin' with me
Cause I'm the same nigga that was turnt as a teen
I was tearin' up clubs, since you niggas was three (Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up!)
You f*ck around and find out, you're f*ckin' with me

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
f*ck around and get your face shot the f*ck off
Come through in broad day with the sawed the f*ck off
Had to stay on business, had to knock his ass off
Tried to find the other one, but he took the f*ck off
Niggas just be bluffin' they ain't really bout that
They love to sell niggas out, that's why I highly doubt that
I can talk my shit and shit pop it, I'm really like that
'Cause I'm my own f*ckin boss and they don't really like that
But they don't do nothin' but talk shit, see me, and wave
'Cause niggas, I ain't no damn fool, niggas know I'm paid
And niggas know if they play with me, they ass gon get placed
Down in that dirt, where they ass gon lay
Stick it to the script, 'cause I don't f*ck with certain niggas
Cause how I'ma feel the day I may just hurt me a nigga
I stand on what I believe, I may just murk me a nigga, go bezerk on a nigga, yeah, black hearse be a nigga (Hoe!)

[Chorus: x2]
You f*ck around and find out, you're f*ckin' with me
Cause I'm the same nigga that was turnt as a teen
I was tearin' up clubs, since you niggas was three (Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up!)
You f*ck around and find out, you're f*ckin' with me

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Thirty round clips, hangin' out the back end of the whip They doin' backflips, nigga duckin, hidin' off the rim
It's gone be a rip, R.I.P to every one of them hoes
They was talkin' shit online, crossed the line, chapter closed
Bullet goes, layin' on they floors, all over the man
Bullet lead, from them nigga toes all the way to the head
Off with the heads, niggas bled for this Mafia for life
Niggas died a little bit, a lot of shit was a sacrifice

[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
And that's on bikes, f*ck around with that pipe
Roll the dice with your light, hit 'em on sight
Leave a nigga dressed off night, talkin' fresh on that mic
f*ckin' all night, I should be a pilot the way a nigga puttin' hoes in this flight
Take that bike, take it to the island, I had a bitch do everything that I like, that's right
Freddie cannot get wicked, like Brotha Lynch push your bitch off a cliff, nigga, I'm super sick
Nigga think he's some pimp, and he f*ckin' on one of my bitches I shot him in the dick
Put a f*ck nigga face in his post to the lac ball, skirt off, and the track off
30 shots to his back off, I'ma spin another block, then I'm right back at y'all
We inside Gary, North Memphis, wipe a nigga, no-no witness
I done took a loss, I took a sentence, got more money, more bitches
Call the shit Hypnotize Rabbit, push a p*ssy, buck it, make her panic
Buzzies in the whip and spent the gas, spent 200 bucks on a paddock

[Chorus: x2]
You f*ck around and find out, you're f*ckin' with me
Cause I'm the same nigga that was turnt as a teen
I was tearin' up clubs, since you niggas was three (Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up!)
You f*ck around and find out, you're f*ckin' with me

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