G-Unit

G-Unit - I Dont Fuck With You lyrics

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(Intro)

Don't want to talk to ya

Don't know ya, don't know how ya know my name

I got a reputation of police chasing

Ya bitch, I let it bang

Nigga ya keep talkin', I keep walking

Fuck around till the heat talkin

It is yo coffin

(Hook)

I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me!

Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea

Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch

Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch

(Verse 1: Kidd Kidd)

I don't fuck with ya, and ya know it, show it

Four Deep whips, stolen, rolling

Fo' 5 , I tote it, blow it

Leave yo head split open, swollen

Now it's all in yo noggin, popping

Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rocking

Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the FEDs come knocking

Drop it, Man they plotting on my drug house

Man, I hope they don't run in befo I run out

I'm running out, I don't know who to trust now

No dap, hugs, or what's up's now

I don't fuck round with the fuck round

Ya see me, get the fuck from around me

(Verse 2: Young Buck)

I don't talk, texts

I don't off bets

I don't fuck with niggas ain't from the set

I'm from the projects

Surprised ya ain't got robbed yet

I really don't do no conversating, no call waiting

I know y'all hatin, I'm cool wid it

On probation with no patience

I hop out and act a fool with it, fuck who diddit!

If ya with it, then ya get it, 2 to yo fitted

I don't fuck with none of y'all anyway

Yo funeral could be any day

Eva since I said send the Yay

Ya fuck niggas been' in the way

I'm just doing what 50 say

Putting a hundred rounds in the k, Buck!

(Hook)

I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me!

Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea

Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch

Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch

(Verse 3: 50 Cent)

My 4-5, I grip it, grip it!

Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it

Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it

Front off a meal ticket, ticket

Hoes want to come kick it, kick it

Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it

Up after we throw it, throw it

Big money, we blow it

That gangsta shit, we did it, get it

Still do, we ain't new to it

Boy, I ain't neva gon' tell on me

Ya bitch nigga, bet ya do

Ya talk a lot

Niggas round here don't say much

Niggas round here don't play that much

Soon as shit pop, they blame us

Cuz the money ain't neva go'n' change us

(Verse 3: Tony Yayo)

A lot of gun talk in the streets

But real recognize real beef

And real soldiers get the mission accomplished

Neva slipping, steady gripping, killing fo nonsense

Sideline hating, backbiting haters

Catch ya in yo car like them red-light cameras

Green light, what? Green light, woo

My money cuz a fucking holocaust

I green-light ya

(Hook x2)

I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me!

Nigga, talking just ain't my cup o' tea

Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch

Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot the bitch

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