Don't Fuck With Me Lyrics - Pusha T

Re-up gang, G.O.O.D. Music, Def Jam 

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[Verse 1] 

The nerve of you 

He'll sit and clip at your lines like he ain't heard of you 

I seen it happen before, that man will murder you 

The lowest form of a thief is a cat burglar 

Tiptoe-in' but the whole while clonin' 

The elephant's in the room, the bitch glowin' 

Like a ghetto girl with the good weave sewn in 

She walk like its her's but the whole world knowin' 

Told niggas it's the new god flow 

It's that New Testament and the old God knows 

And you new niggas don't get to pass go 

I'll monopolize Boardwalk Empire flow 

So don't mention me in the same breath, I'm Genghis 

Just venting I never wished to be famous 

Truth told I'd much rather be strangers 

Before it leads to me turnin' niggas to angels 

Local niggas hatin' but I can't blame 'em 

Clear the road to the riches but I can't pave 'em 

Put Trey up on your hook, still couldn't save 'em 

Better chance with a snowball hittin' Satan 

Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's 

Now I'm back to the future, my career deja-vu you 

When you muthafuckers thought I would hardly survive 

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[Hook] 

Don't fuck with me 

You see, there's a lot of people out there to be fucked with 

I am not one 

Re-Up Gang 

Don't fuck with me 

[Verse 2] 

Rappers on their sophomores, actin' like they boss lords 

Fame such a funny thing for sure 

When niggas start believing all them encores 

I'm just the one to send you off, bonjour 

See yourself as I pull up in that mirror tint 

Skins vs. blouses, you mirror Prince 

Chappelle Show, all of you Neal Brennans 

Sketch comedy, who was for real pennin'? 

The talk don't match the leather 

The swag don't match the sweaters 

And wolves don't walk with shepherds 

These Margiela verses all you mall dwellers 

Off-the-rack suits looking like pallbearers 

Coffins for my old bitches' orphans 

Daddy's MIA like a dolphin 

Play the Fendi bucket like a shark's fin 

Cool J-ing on you bitches but I'm dark-skinned 

We walked in, seats courtside, dap Diddy, Will Ferrell on my walk by 

At the US Open, there's much more to Queens 

Versace blu-blockers, row behind Oracene 

Dreams money can buy 

Three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's 

Now I'm back to the future, my career deja-vu you 

When you muthafuckers thought I would hardly survive 

[Outro] 

Push..no shots...but nothing goes unseen