They Can't

歌詞

(SplurgeTheGod made another one) Nigga I'm cutthroat, on B Jizzle, nigga Fuck you talking 'bout? (Woah-oh, oh) Trey walk 'em down Gang, gang Hit us up, out on a nigga, get him outta here We hit him by his head Prosecuted on my ho name (Damn) Duckin' them bitches, tryna get wit 'em Yeah, I gotta be swift Load up the clips, finish they whole gang I ain't got no shame Thinkin' about my enemy when I be reminiscin' 'bout Lil' Bubba, ho, they gotta die (They gotta die) I'm tryna send all of them bitches to the afterlife Get crucified with this choppa then go chop to Christ (They getting wacked tonight) Body for body, call it, I got it It's not a lot of niggas who don't know better (Nah) Respect the murderer, gun power We kill every nigga standing in front of us Bitch you dancing with a daredevil, .38 special Nothing but killer tactics like I'm trained for the Marines I got a problem, I be on somethin' 'Cause every time I see the opps, I get excited like pass me that .30 Spin around, I'm finna smoke one (Baow) I'm the holy one I'll put a whole in somethin' Dolo, I don't need a gang I be lurking, huh (Lurking, huh) Police in my house wanna search for guns And yeah I still got all my dirty ones (What?) Disrespect on the gang, you get flipped You can tell the way I look, I make 'em scared Oh you nervous, huh? I make 'em shut the fuck up if he ain't tryna step (Shh) He keep playing and I tell him get a shirt or somethin' Fill the churches up (Yeah) Tell 'em all I'ma kill 'em I don't need a hitta, just all my gorillas (Nah) Father forgive me but I gotta take 'em Send 'em to they maker Ooh, I'm too official (Baow) Talk to the devil for days, he told me to pray (Baow) He'll put a nigga on a picture Ya whole neighborhood wearing them shirts Talking about how they love you and miss you, yeah I'm that sto' on the corner (Corner) I'm that crack in the pot (All the way) I'm that strap that you got (All the way) I'm the one that they don't wanna- (Nah-ah-ah-ah) Cross the line, when it's time to sling that iron (Baow) (Why, I-I-I-I) They can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) Can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) Can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) They can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) Can't fuck with me (Why, I-I-I-I) Can't fuck with me (Oh, uh-uh) Can't fuck with me (Why, I-I-I-I) Taliban, I'm the murder man This the Klan, think you heard of them Radio tripping, don't wanna give me a chance Haters be lurking, and ain't scared of them I can do the murder dance Store that Beretta run under my sweater, run up a devil, tell' em that it's rock-a-bye My hittas thinkin' like it's lethal Pull up on side of the car, talkin' to the reaper My young nigga get 'em gone, talkin' for a feature Tell' them niggas it's murder whenever I catch Want a problem in they section, hit us, going extra, yeah My gorillas they gon' fetch 'em, yeah And that choppa, it got extra legs Caught a opp on the freeway, did him dirty, left him brain dead When Ijump in that water, it min man Bitch I'm cutthroat, this gangland (On gang) I'm that sto' on the corner (Corner) I'm that crack in the pot (All the way) I'm that strap that you got (All the way) I'm the one that they don't wanna- (Nah-ah-ah-ah) Cross the line, when it's time to sling that iron (Baow) (Why, I-I-I-I) They can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) Can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) Can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) They can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) Can't fuck with me (Why, I-I-I-I) Can't fuck with me (Oh, uh-uh) Can't fuck with me (Why, I-I-I-I)