They Don't Fuck Wit U

[Intro: DJ Paul]

Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta

Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta

Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta

Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggas perpetrate

Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggas perpetrate

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]

I grab my swatter, I swat this bug, he laid to rest

Fuckin' with T-R-I-P-L-E S-I-X

Niggas be talkin', but in the end I like fuck 'em up

In the beginnin', they could've survived, but they had no nuts

Bitch, where you graduated from? I said a school of hoein'

'Cause in your face, off in the streets, ain't nothin' but ho is showin'

Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight

Stick you with knives, shoot you with nines, and take your life

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

Yeah, we know you niggas are fuckin' scared 'cause we don't play around

Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground

People say you buck, but we all know that's just that liquor bro

Niggas swear you hype, but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow

If a member call me, then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll

Ride down on your block, close up shop, and leave your body cold

Fool, this ain't no game, so tuck your chain and, coward, hide your grill

High cappin' and dissin' in your rappin' just might get you killed

[Chorus: Lord Infamous]

They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them

Your pockets tore down from limb to limb

You got no ends, now you got no friends

Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them

Your pockets tore down from limb to limb

You got no ends, now you got no friends

Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

[Verse 3: Project Pat]

What you doin' 'round here? My nigga, I gotta get you

Fresh out of jailin', my mind on bailin', so I split you

Head to the meeting, give to the needy, so fuck the rest

No understandin', Project's the greedy, you could be next

I'm robbin' victims with a bare face, super swift 'bout mine

No hesitatin', I come out buckin', so watch the nine

Off in East Memphis transactin' business, I know you straight

I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate

[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]

Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air?

I'm seein' niggas, them niggas bodies flyin' everywhere

You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player

I'm keepin' all of you motherfuckers in my fuckin' prayers

Everywhere that I go, I'm gettin' all these evil stares

I'm sick of all of these hatin' motherfuckers in my hair

All in my business, God is my witness, I don't even care

'Cause all you bitches, you get the blay! Died, hell yeah

[Chorus: Lord Infamous]

They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them

Your pockets tore down from limb to limb

You got no ends, now you got no friends

Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them

Your pockets tore down from limb to limb

You got no ends, now you got no friends

Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

[Verse 5: Koopsta Knicca]

Deep, deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'

The Koopsta, the Knicca breakin' more bitches than London got bridges

Sendin' this to you niggas, so you'd best to listen well

Touch me, and you'll die, see, you'll burn with me in hell

This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it

Spli-zat ya-zo iz-ass, will jump off, now enough of it

High Chris mane, shit, dump 'em in a ditch

Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders

[Verse 6: Crunchy Black]

My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again

He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends

He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money, mane

And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different

Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough

Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust

In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga

Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up

[Chorus: Lord Infamous]

They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them

Your pockets tore down from limb to limb

You got no ends, now you got no friends

Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them

Your pockets tore down from limb to limb

You got no ends, now you got no friends

Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

[Outro: Lord Infamous]

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken, and I'm blown

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken, and I'm blown

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken, and I'm blown

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken, and I'm blown

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken, and I'm blown

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken, and I'm blown

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken, and I'm blown

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken, and I'm blown

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken, and I'm blown

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken, and I'm blown