Yall Don't Wanna Fuck(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. M.O.P.

歌詞

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 wit 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 'Coz I do things the Don way It's Paniro 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 This is for the hood and niggas that's wild If you 'bout to die or you blowin' the trial We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin' awhile Ayo, let's do it for the hood where there's alotta homicides at Where killers ride at and O.G.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 fagot shit, you fagot bitch We gotta get you gone, William Danze songs (Chapter one) 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 Put 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 Methodon 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, wit Paniro (We Ruff Ryde) Listen up, y'all better respect the criminal shit of these O.G.s What's poppin', nigga? Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles This is for the hood and niggas that's wild If you 'bout to die or you blowin' the trial We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin' awhile We can beef, I don't give a fuck 'Coz 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 'Coz he physical nigga I go in your chest, I show you how to murder right It's deep, I'ma kill your mother and I don't care if I die 'Coz 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 re-run, 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