U still can't fuck wit me
You say the wrong thing an' Imma smack your face
U can't fuck wit me
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
Look, nigga, I regulate, bake the cake
Knock ya whole family off like the Kennedy's
Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle
I love my bitch wit no drawers an' no bras
Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability
Nah, he wanna live an' he loves his kids
You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace?
Yo, I get fucked up an' terrorize the town
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
Shake the fake, while keepin' my faith
Let's play a game of 'Big bank take little bank'
U can't fuck wit me
Pour your dom on the floor, try to flow with me
We do this with no flaws
I don't care about your imagery
Chase these niggas, erase these niggas
I know you wanna ride but you can't
You done fucked up 'cuz I'm break these niggas
I don't care about your imagery
U still can't fuck wit me
L.A. think about your broad, all I want is the stacks
Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me
Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
The double N, enough ammo for every nigga
U still can't fuck wit me
I'm pledge, sicker than age with no type of remedy
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
I take off on your ass like an eagle
U still can't fuck wit me
Glad to escape down south to my Miami house
U still can't fuck wit me
No laws, we break 'em from the get-go
Big dank take little dank
When your blutter don't mean an' if he keep tryna wipe it off
Servin' or swervin' in a '85 Regal
Ya two downs are lookin' cool, freakin' a sound
I kill 'em 'In Living Color' on 'Any Given Sunday'
U still can't fuck wit me
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
We all up in your shit like a shank
Demonstratin' from the funk shit to the H
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes, y'all"
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Just in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk
On my lap, in the jet to Miami an' back
That HBO shit, I must address that
We comin' down like a shank
Give a fuck who you claim to be
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
I don't care about your imagery
I don't care about your imagery
Bologna in the projects, you wanna die next?
Two of the homies an' one of 'em got a piece on
An' fifty spring in the couch
Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' Beagel
U can't fuck wit me
I average ninety-five in the paint
U can't fuck wit me
Don't make me stop an' pull brakes
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws, I pay them off
Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black?
I bust lyrics an' rounds at the Lyricist Lounge
Tattooed 'Def Jam' under your wing like that
Don't even test, waste your breath or your energy
An' if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
An' get 'em with Juvenile, feed pitbull puppies
I don't care about your imagery
Agility, keepin' y'all outta the state penitentiary
I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers an' you know I deliver
Once an' for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
S, that spell Queens, stupid ass, run it back
They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
Give a fuck who you claim to be
No, go, who you thought it was?
'Cuz one does up dick, the pen in my streets go one way
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
He pussy, pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock
So you made a little dough but watchu doin' wit that?
I'm the circus ring master, so fuck the clowns
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
Slidin' by, ridin' high when we get-go
What is it gon' be, what it's gon' see?
U can't fuck wit me
U can't fuck wit me
God have mercy on all my enemies
'Lost an' Found', a new identity, from here to infinity
Big Dogg in this motherfuckin' bar
What, you a rider? Not in my house, mouth
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Like you on your belly, gimme the key
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Like, "Nigga, what's this song mean?"
Love it or leave it, we love livin' illegal
