U N*ggaz Can't Do Lyrics - Purple Hulk - Big Tuck

(*talking*) 

Yeah, this is our year (for real) 

Big Tuck, Fat B (it go down) 

Go getter, for real, yeah 

[Hook - 2x] 

You niggaz can't do what we do, you niggaz can't ball like we ball 

You niggaz can't crawl like we crawl, our rims stand taller than y'all 

We ride with screens installed, haters we shining on y'all 

We can't even shop at the mall, we get attacked at the mall 

[Fat Bastard] 

I'm in this game like fuck the fame, a nigga gotta make that change 

I had to put on my chain, cause I'm so hot I hurt the same 

You niggaz can't do like we do, you niggaz can't ball like we ball 

I'm droppin my top and I'm flippin my screen, and I'm poppin my trunk at the 

mall 

[Big Tuck] 

You know who it is, that nigga that sell in Brazil 

A nigga with a license to kill, and bitch I kill at will 

You see that we got the game chilled, platinum grills 24 inch wheels 

Now haters head for the hills, bitch we fight over bills 

[Fat Bastard] 

For real my niggaz we smoking that kill, and packing that steel 

We making them bills, y'all acting at skills say look at that Lac on the hill 

We grind and that's fa sho, out the mall we pulling dro 

Piece and chain be full of glow, all our shows be full of hoes fa sho 

[Big Tuck] 

Fa sho we moving on go, got pounds and pounds of dro 

Big Tuck and Fat through the do', a team that scramble for do' 

For checks we scramble for eight, watch out for phonies and fakes 

Gallons got hung with a H, got rid of fakes you're late 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Big Tuck] 

You know where to place us, on top first placers 

Put them Fake-obs, go get you a Jacob 

V-12's don't race us, house more spacious 

Style bodacious, I'm triple to the glaciers 

Man they hate us, mink coats and Gators 

Skills made us, rap game invaders 

Fuck free pay us, get respect like mayors 

Diamonds like layers, Fat they can't fade us 

[Fat Bastard] 

I'm tired of working wood, too many splinters in my hand 

Steering wheel turn white, I got voice command 

Hoes in V.I.P., like they play truth or dare 

Y'all look like ants, cause we move by air 

Like that there, I make myself clear 

Screens lit up in the roof, we call 'em chandeliers 

I hit the shower, fresh and clean for a hour 

Hopped out Versacci walk, start mixing up that powder 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Big Tuck & (Fat Bastard)] 

Haters fuck you, reach out and touch you 

(we'll rush you, fleet you hunt you) 

This what we do, lay low delete you 

(like E with his 40 liquor ass, eat you) 

We on some mo' shit, get fat grip shit 

(fuck that bitch shit, flip bricks hit licks) 

Trying to stunt bitch, we got what you got five or six 

(Fat and Tuck, with this T-Town rhyme skit) 

We amaze cats race track, glass packs 

(purple haze sacks, blaze that pass that) 

House so big, trying to find where I parked at 

(hey spark that, your memory might come back) 

When we speak too, diamonds we'll rush you 

(and it's crushed too, make you say ha-choo) 

Raps stay tight, like anacondas do 

(mics we like to chew, just like paranas do) 

You niggaz gon recognize us, this how we do Fat B and Tuck 

(ride glass out on that buck, on 24's cause that's what's up) 

Talking down step ya game up, yeah change your game up 

(candy paint the frame up, stacking chips like Amus) 

I'll-be-damned these niggaz ain't real, yes sir we give 'em something to feel 

(like En Vogue that's on the real, like T with a blindfold for the shining 

grill) 

We underground and we bout a mill, it took a week to shoot how I love 

(that's the real we showing skills, not over night invested years) 

(*talking*) 

Yeah, that's what's up 

Fat and Tuck, this our year T-Town music 

Know I'm saying, I wanna let y'all boys know 

September...BigTuck.com, Big Tuck radio it will be free 

I know y'all thinking we been bullshitting with the radio station 

But it's finna go down, straight up 

Man this our god damn year, got too much shit going down 

Look out for all the upcoming albums coming out 

Look out for the Lil' Ronnie, look out for the Double T "The Pimp Man" 

You know I'm saying, look out for the DVD 

It just a whole bunch of shit, we finna bust you hoes upside the head with 

For real Tuck and roll, yeah