I Ain't Fkin With You

ntro:
What? nigg*, You got problems?
nigg* you don't want no problems with me, s**t
nigg*, you ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick (coward)
You little b*tch as* nigg*, be hovering be bothering you
I ain't fkin' with y'all, I ain't fkin with you
I guess I got a bad attitude

Verse 1:
I spit that slick s**t like K-Y Jelly
Out for the mail like Melly
I'm fking you tonight before R-Kelly
My girls dance with their belly
And fk me with their eyes
See crime is where they organize
In the land of the blind the one eye is genie
A male chauvinist keep 'em barefoot in a two piece bikini
Need a bulletproof beanie when got five minutes of funk
make them disappear like Houdini or who-done-it a Whoridah
Got old folks scared just to go outside on there front porch
And all this bulls**t is going on in church of course
(but but but but but wait it gets worse!)
I could still instill a semi-automatic verse
And draw blood like a nurse
Correspond like a dike in prison and on the mic I bomb like nuclear fission
Alphabetic mathematician, your perogative is my decision
My litigation gives me a reputation for giving no get back like black reparations
You're doing too much 'cause I'm going to be rich nigg* I put that on my two nuts

Chorus:
I ain't fkin' with you You're not to be fked with
(Big nigg* I though you knew)
Cause we find this mood is rude
But I know the Cause of your s**tty attitude

Verse 2:
Now whenever I'm fed up we can go head up
My ex b*tch called me a dog so I pi*s with one leg up
straight up and down three hundred and sixty-five rounds
one in the chamber for leap year keep clear
I get my hands dirty like a sanitation worker so what's beef?
Beef is that meat inside a hamburger and man-murder I stand further apart
And Beat more rappers than Dr. Dre, Mo-Bee, Dimond Dee, and Mark Sparx (All Producers)
The quintessential microphonist wants a 50 thousand dollar bonus
Swarming your green like locusts
Your vegetation was supposed to be edumacation
Left a nigg* feeling like he's stranded in Serbia and he's the only Croatian
No relation that's my justification for ripping
Stripping bigga figgas tippin strippers
In the First King, in the cut like scissors
Shoot her to the point and long d*ck her
Bang her to the point of exhaustion truly
I ride her like that pony song and flip her (Flipper) like that dolphin movie
Listen, no sex and no kissing
Doggystyle's my favorite position
Insisting that you grab your ankles and lay face down b*tch
Play like cuss words on the radio and turn that as* around (aww TIHS!)
I puts it down like Davie though it's all gravy though
Priority records got to pay me though but

Chorus:

Now when it's on then there's on no shame in my game
Cowards wouldn't bust a grape if there name were Champagne
I change lanes on dirtbikes and change direction at the speed of light
Use my feet to catch the dice gamble everyday anyway
Paying the price of life kill a fifth of E&J everynight
Got to be right to be impolite I've been mad
So how the fk I'm supposed to keep my act clean like Sinbad
See white people burn your church
And see you in the mall and clutch their purse
Treat a nigg* like dirt when the black man was here first
That's why I be on one officially
fk white people in general and fk the police specifically
You got at me but you're missing me sideways
So I'm giving rappers a curfew like I gave birth to you
Don't be calling them s**t shades when you know that its curtains for you
I'm certain I'm hurting a few ego's Toni's, Mark's, and Nino's
Stompin with the big Dog Pino, see though
I'll pull your card and get your chips like I'm Keno
From Yugoslavia to Reno, Yeah homie we know

Chorus 3X