Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'Em)

This is a national security alert
Ground Music, Flip Mode, Aftermath, here we go

Back with the most venomous rap
It be the godfather of the club banger let me hear you clap
You can applause and from the very beginning
You can give me a standing ovation while I'm banging your face in

With another banger I call it the cliffhanger
Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap shit
(Come on)
You could see the way I make 'em mad sick
From down bottom the way I got 'em give me my cash quick
(Come on)

Log on you better grab onto something
Because I'm 'bout to shake shit again and make 'em black bitch
(Come on)
Now you hear the shots ring off from bitches taking everything off
Each other got 'em whyling running for cover

The King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully
Bully of rap still ugly with the money running the trap
Now they giving me dap, as far as I'm concerned in this mu'f**ker
Like how I got 'em now they ready to snap

So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)

It's getting hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go

Now you see the alcohol spilling and we got 'em
Hands in the ceiling, you know we only come to rattle the buliding
And break it on down just a little once again
Knowing we holding the bank so let me keep the dice rolling
And keep it traditional the way I keep my money falling

While you slacking on yo' macking, Duke, we always keep it going
Right to the left, do it to death, now watch me
Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle
And I, pull out the skillet, prepare for the cooking

How I'm whyling niggas wondering when I'm gonna bring the hook in
Thugs ice grilling every time they get to looking
Got 'em whyling overseas all the way back to go Brooklyn
Now they ready to spaz 'cause we bring the best to them

Shit that shut it down on the regular
That's with the fly 80s' nigga that was whipping in a Cressida
Fresher than, most of these niggas, killing the rest of the
Fellas that was thinking that they as rushing in and busting in
But the way we was doing, we was muscling their hustling

So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)

It's getting hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go

You don't really want it my dude
I'm saying most my niggas is rude
And when we come we eat a nigga food
Back to the fact in the matter at hand
For me to come in control this whole shit, was only part of the plan

The other part of the plan is for you to understand
That nothing could f**k with the kid, let me say it again
The Broad Back B, Busta Bus back to put out the trash
And just for the record, we got it on smash, now

How the f**k they even got the audacity
The fire marshall come and try to talk about capacity
Every time I'm in the spot, I hope you know it has to be
Extremely packed to shut it down, you'll probably cause a tragedy
Don't you know that when I'm in the place I change the mood again

I be whyling wit raunchy bitches and a bunch of hooligans
Now don't get it f**ked up just because I flaunt it
Niggas think that they can test me, bring it if you really want it
See I be the type to always beat you to the punch faster
I keep a smile on my face, but carry the Bushmaster

So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)

It's getting hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Keep it going

You already know I said it word to mother
Shit is so hot you niggas think it's cold in the summer
Shh, calm the noise down let's get a little quiet
'Cause the neighbors call the police they know we cause riots

And they know that we'll have them thinking they dancing with the devil
When they play the music turn the volume to the highest level
You got it right
Let's keep the bomb going like we lit a stick of dynamite

Bow you know you need to follow whenever you hear the God spit
(Aww shit)
You see me nigga back in the cockpit
Out to getting this money I give you all a stock tip
Perspire by a nigga till you see the sweat drop drip

So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)

It's getting hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go