I Don't Fuck with You

[Intro: 50 Cent]

Don't wanna talk to you

Don't know you

Don't know how you know my name

I got a reputation of police chasin'

You a bitch; I let it bang

Nigga, you keep talkin' (keep talkin'); I keep walkin' (keep walkin')

Fuck around 'til the heat talkin' (keep talkin')

Then it's your coffin (your coffin )

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)

Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch (yeah)

(yeah nigga)

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

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]

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

4-deep whip, stolen, rollin'

Fo'-five, I tote it, blow it

Leave your head split open, swollen

Now it's all in your noggin, poppin'

Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin'

Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin'

Drop it, man they plottin' on my drug house

Man, I hope they don't run in before I run out (fium!)

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

No dap, hugs, or "what's ups" now

I don't fuck around with the fuck arounds

You see me here, get the fuck from 'round 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 you ain't got robbed yet

I really don't do no conversatin', no call waitin'

I know y'all hatin'; I'm cool with it

On probation with no patience

I hop out and act a fool with it

Fuck who did it

If you with it, then you get it

Two to your fitted

I don't fuck with none of ya'll anyway

Your funeral could be any day

Ever since I said send the Yay'

You fuck niggas been' in the way

I'm just doin' what 50 say

Puttin' a hundred rounds in the K

Buck

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)

Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch (yeah)

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

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

My four-five, I grip it, grip it

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

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

Fuck off a meal ticket, ticket

Hoes wanna 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 never gon'  tell on me

You bitch nigga, bet you do

You talk a lot

Niggas around here don't say much

Niggas around here don't play much

Soon as shit pop, they blame us

Cause the money ain't never go'n' change us

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]

A lot of gun talk in the streets

But real recognize real beef

And real soldiers get the mission accomplished

Never slippin', steady grippin', killin' for nonsense

Sideline hatin', backbitin' haters

Catch you in your car like them red-light cameras

Green light, what?

Green light, woo

My money cause a fuckin' Holocaust

I green-light you

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)

Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch (yeah)

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

I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)

Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch (yeah)

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch (yeah)