
作词 : Tyler, Vickers
I had thought i heard u laughin, talkin trash
****ers, whats happeni
Start ****ing but dont take i
Pull it out, put it on your ass
Some of y'all ****ers still got the game ****ed up this yea
But I ain't gonna have it
Tryna talk about anotha mother****er on a recor
And the ****er aint got no cabbag
Hopin somebody can tell me whats wrong with this picture
Dont think you can put out whateva you want
And I aint gonna come back in the ****in' and come getch
Imma find out where ya hang at
Where ya old lady live and what time you be there
Go scope out ya ride
Follow ya to work and bring that heat
Duck and whooo! from this ****in' foo
Monkey see, monkey do ****er
So you cant be the man right chea too
Theres none afta this
Not anotha livin
M.C. as hazardous
And as talented and handsome, ghetto fabulous
Keep em off my back
Wheneva they comin
I bring that double
In a minute y'all ****ers dont show no lov
Its gonna be trouble
These ****ers here get ya name ben
Washed up anybody yall sent
Gotta watch these ****ers, they get outta lin
I put em in they place every time they nut up
Gotta stop em from spreadin them lies
Bust em in they mouth and make em shut up
Get up! Come here!
Neva seen me cut up, ya must not be from here
Im four and none here
Dont have me to bring up the ****in' shi
I've done here
Reach blazin temperatures
So please come wit ya sun gear
Whoop the sleeves off of mother****ers that try to run in her
Serious look on my face
And a boot in my mouth and balled up fists
These ****ers dont want my troubl
But its too late for em, gotta accept this bullshit
Chorus: (Tryna sound like me)
U would if
U could ****in
U would if
U could (Tryna be like me)
U would if
U could ****in
U would if
U could ****in(You wanna do what I do?)
U would if
U could ****in
U would if
U could ****in(You wanna take my style?)
U would if
U could ****in
U would, but
U cant, so
U aint! From the moment that i slid in the door
They know
I'm back cuz you can hear it in the floor
But afta I rap ****ers aint feelin it nomor
Wanna talk that shit, betta kno what to come wit
If you jump in the water
Then ya ass betta throw up before i start ballin
And if you eva **** with wha
I be recording
Imma flush you down the toilet
And if you eva come at me wrong with a mike
Imma throw you in the gutter
I cant be scared these ****er
And they disrespect me cuz im from
New Orleans
We dont play that bullshit
When these ****ers and they really want me to get starte
Make it painful cuz
I dont think so
I be bustin til
I cant Thats what
I where that tank for
Hittin with the speed of
Roy Jones
Jr. And the strength of
Iron Mike
Tyson Triflin, exciting, well precise
And I gotta let em know that
I still been right
You talk on me strong
Just cuz I'm rich dont mean that it dont sound hungry
Count if you wanna
Hope you think cuz you little
I wont jump on ya
You betta remember that
When you be droppin that bullshit
You lucky
I'm in a good mood right now
But I'm lettin you know how it could get
If I was the preacher
Yall ****ers would run whe
I step off the pulpit
If I was you
I'd leave me alone
Cuz ****er
I aint nothin to fool with
But if it is on ya mind
You got somethin to prove, then go head and do it
I get so vivid
I wouldnt be able to make a better picture if
I could You understand my platinum
Then ****ed up my raps, semi track
No matter wheter kickin a verse or smokin a sack
I'll ****in' over you, ye
I'm makin a habit of hurtin they head and bustin they ass
**** they woman and takin they spotlight, makin em ma
Chorus & talking til fade