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Geto Boys

Genres: Hip-Hop

I Don't Fuck With You Lyrics - Geto Boys

Intro: 

[willie d] 

Flip flop ass niggas 

Ah yeah 

Geto boys and outlawz 

Recognize the mob nigga 

I don't fuck with you 

So put your hands on me 

[scarface] 

Yeah best said by homeboy willie d 

Triple cross to mexico 

[willie d] 

I don't fuck with you 

[scarface] 

That's some smooth hidin' 

Lowdown dirty motherfuckers 

That you thought was cool 

Do you know me 

[willie d] 

I don't fuck with you 

[scarface] 

I know what's happenin' with that 

All the hoes 

Let me take y'all niggas back to this incident 

 

Verse 1: 

[gotti of fifth ward circle (fwc)] 

Nigga you full of shit 

Bitch now what is this, trick 

Some new shit 

Straight from yo hottub piss 

Nigga I don't do it 

Fuck around here with you 

Oh, I smell puke, do 

That's on you, true 

You hit's 'em hard dog 

And ho went hard, thought 

You betray hard, lord 

You straight fraud, brought 

[scarface] 

Now on means, things stay out my face 

You oughta play, like outta space 

This niggas foul, runnin' off at the mouth 

He talkin' loud, all of infront the crowd 

[willie d] 

Dog, I knew this nigga, what 

We used to roll, roll 

I saved his life, right 

But he was shot at, trife 

He burned his greed, deep 

I spit his wig, shit 

He met the gravedigger 

Cause I'm the realest nigga 

 

Chorus: 

[dmg of facemob] 

You niggas came here ridin' through 

(I don't fuck with you) 

Heard the lavish thing we do 

(I don't fuck with you) 

Shook a finger to my crew 

(we don't fuck with you) 

For suck a dick until you blew, 

Cause we don't fuck with you 

Hey bitch, you like the things we do 

(I don't fuck with you) 

Scared if I hit you, you might sue 

(I don't fuck with you) 

You swear you gang can bang a new 

(I don't fuck with you) 

But best keep doin' the shit we do, 

Cause we don't fuck with you 

 

Verse 2: 

[e.d.i of the outlawz] 

Now everytime is see you ass 

I see the bitch in your eyes 

And what a lie 

Ain't no surprise 

Now you fuck with that sign 

It's a cold thing, 

You got the game fuck up 

Brown nose and every other nigga rich, 

Like a broke bitch 

Excuse me miss, yeah you 

You need to sit with me piss 

I'ma get rich, 

While you stuck in that fuck shit 

Thug shit is what claim and bang 

And never change 

While you change 

Suckin' and fuckin' for everyday 

 

Verse 3: 

[napolean of the outlawz] 

Yeah, I see some niggas come and go 

With a fifth of hennesy to show 

When we toss hoes, we share hoes 

And niggas be frontin where the clothes go 

(? ) 

What you spinnin' like young po 

You hang around with the studio time 

But nigga, what the fuck is you here fo' 

Can you listen, please 

So you got your glock, laid squeeze 

Try like I could fuck with you 

Or I have to bomb on you 

Put it with your punk-ass 

No heart, no light, no bitch and no care 

You some bad boy killers 

When we see y'all niggas snatch cash 

 

Chorus: 

 

Verse 4: 

[young noble of the outlawz] 

These billy-teen-ass niggas, 

Pullin'-scheme-ass niggas 

Fiend-ass niggas, 

Shootin'-dream-ass niggas 

I mean, why anybody sound like pac nowadays 

But switch it up, be on way 

Y'all gay-assed on anything 

Stay tuned to the saga 

Drama bring karma, karma bring charges 

Whipin' y'all 

Completely all the job did 

Darkness, fuck y'all shit 

Cause we the hardest 

Nasty new street regardless 

So ease out you nuggets, faget 

 

Verse 5: 

[kastro of the outlawz] 

Beg down, I truck a young bug 

Don't get it fucked up 

Hit the strip, get a grip nigga 

And blow some shit up 

Talk fast and all ass, nigga 

You ain't got no nuts 

Don't trick yourself out your life 

You need to hide in the cup 

What's up 

Come on holla at your boy, real quick 

I swallow hard times, 

And make it come out when I piss 

Nigga pop pass the mack and I ain't black 

Picture that 

The same nigga that'll die for you 

When you fall get your back 

It's me, drunk as can be, 

In your bitch ass 

Singin' ? stagalee? 

Worry free on your bitch ass 

Blast back, ask that, 

Snap back like some whiplash 

Young cash is black packed 

Slap your rap with a big guess 

 

Chorus