Y'all Don't Wanna Fuck
(专辑: A Gangster And A Gentleman - 2002)
My style's louder than a
stereo Fouler than the
snake when I
kill these fuckin rappers Then show up at the
burials I
don't mean to worry y'all, but I
want y'all gone and This M-16 is the
only way to hurry y'all Here's my last proposition, I'm treatin rap like crack If I
don't sell the
most, I
gotta kill the
competition Don't take it personal Gotta go to jail and if I
come back and don't have my cash Then I'm hurtin you Got a
business gun, my industry bullets When it hit you motherfucker guaranteed it be jerkin you Rings is so my contact will break up your man I'm a
gentleman, my contract's a
shake of a
hand I
make it hard so, only God could wake up your man Cuz I
do things the
Don way It's Peniro the
Ghost, Goodfella like, fucking Jim Conway Leave no evidence Fuck a
dead man, when I
can leave off the
scene wit dead presidents What, motherfucker, yeah Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles Buckah-buckah-bu-bucka-bu-bucka-bucka-blaow! This is for the
hood and niggas that's wild Buckah-buckah-bu-bucka-bu-bucka-bucka-blaow! If you 'bout to die or you blowin the
trial Buckah-buckah-bu-bucka-bu-bucka-bucka-blaow! We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin awhile Buckah-buckah-bu-bucka-bu-bucka-bucka-blaow! Ayo let's do it for the
hood Where there's alotta homicides at Where killers ride at, and OG's reside at It's rugged son, I
love it son I
see it every day Fuck that, we'll find another way to play So don't mistake me for no rap artist Missin old dude is from the
old school He abide by the
old rules And our pro-tools, is 38 longs The
crime rate will inflate, and the
murder rate is strong How could we get along And you doing this underhanded faggot shit, you faggot bitch We gotta get you gone, (chapter one) William Danze songs All disloyal guys should be shot in they back Once, and left paralyzed (game over now) You gon change me how What you thought would happen When they chained me to Fame and Styles You ask in the
hood about it, all it can be is L! M! O! O! X! P! motherfucker! You keep thinkin when I
flow pa, it's a
wrap But when your ass get beat wit a
crowbar, it's a
wrap For real, we straight thug it Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard Huh, we done dealt more drugs than Genovese Made dope fiends outta school principals and deans Now they all fucked up, career finished Got they ass noddin in front of the
Metho-don clinics We thug it all day, but it ain't the
Henny in me It's that Brownsville shit wit a
splash of trinny in me All I
need is a
hammer, and a
clip load I'll stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code It's the
M.O.P.! mashin through your ghetto Rippin heavy metal, (we ruff ryde) wit Peniro Listen up, y'all better respect the
criminal shit of these OG's What's poppin nigga Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles Buckah-buckah-bu-bucka-bu-bucka-bucka-blaow! This is for the
hood and niggas that's wild Buckah-buckah-bu-bucka-bu-bucka-bucka-blaow! If you 'bout to die or you blowin the
trial Buckah-buckah-bu-bucka-bu-bucka-bucka-blaow! We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin awhile Buckah-buckah-bu-bucka-bu-bucka-bucka-blaow! We can beef I
don't give a
fuck Cuz if you kill me, I
got niggas that'll bend up your son It's the
world's most gutterest Paniro the
Ghost, they thought of me when they invented the
gun To tell the
truth I
prefer the
knife Cuz he physical nigga I
go in your chest I
show you how to murder right It's deep, I'mma kill your mother And I
don't care if I
die Cuz all that mean is that I
gonna join my little brother Dog, I
had a
hard life And I'm in love with the
pain Thug in the
game wit heroin and hard white Back to the
guns the
way I
squeeze off threes off Leave a
hole in your stomach, take a
nigga knees off Face gets splattered around, too many cops for the
Glock Fuck it dog, then I'm battin you down Don't you ask me what's happenin now This ain't a
rerun, niggas see P
gun, I'm clappin you clowns, what You don't wanna touch this It's Paniro the
Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway You don't wanna touch this It's Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville shit and splash of trinny in me You don't wanna touch this Bill, 38 long, the
crime rate will inflate and the
murder rate is strong You don't wanna touch this