Why They Don't Fuck With Us

Y'all ready for this

ARE YOU READY!!!!!!

Ho, uh, uh

Why they don't fuck with us

Don't fuck with us, don't fuck with us

Don't fuck with us

I use colorful rhymes, you probably heard

From somebody else's lit, but really it's my spit

I came from the streets, I'm not from the 'burbs

Although I stay in the burbs, I come from the streets

Money hungry hustlers trying to make ends meet

Stingy young brothers when we walk we squeak

Have street, have money, have heart

I ain't trying to but I'm trying to go off the park

I'm on deck, Sick Wid It Records I rep

I'm a vet, but I spit like a youngster from the set

I ain't tripping, I knew it was political

They left us out the top for us, me and Mystikal

I rap fast but you could quote my rhymes

The greatest game spitter of all times

The most underrated rapper in the game

But everybody wanna use my slang

I don't know what they was thinking

When they thought what they was thinking

But they shit enough to fuck it

I've been a hustler since birth

So when they haul me off and

Put me up in that hearse remember this verse

I did a song with Fred Durst, as far as the independent

Underground rap scene, I was the first

To get a big deal, couple mill, and some mo'

See times have changed ever since then back in '94

Playa been eating off that bill, for a while

I always did me I never changed my style

I gave it to you raw and uncut

75 percent of the words, I made it up

You ask me why I speak the real the way I feel

How come E-40 so groupie and y'all so game goofy

Started to the back that I'm a force

They never put me on the cover of The Source

Next tape, they can't trace the calls

I change numbers, like a playa changes draws

I'm having money, money long stretch like a ?burshie?

When he use to come around ask the easter bunny

(Tell me do you know E-40)

Bet you the players say that's the homie

You liable to find me on the AVE. on the main drag

Or on the corner sipping yac up out a brown paper bag

I don't need no iron on my ready crease

Enough game to sell sand to a beach

Enough game to sell a hooker to a priest

Enough game to sell rookie rocket Scottie to a street

I rap fast but you could quote my rhymes

The greatest game spitter of all times

The most underrated rapper in the game

But everybody wanna use my slang

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