Do You Really Wanna?

9-8
Do you really really really wanna fuck with us?
Do you really really really wanna fuck with us?

First Verse:

Eleven five that torture
Look what the bundle man done brought'cha
Whole Magnolia done faulted'cha
Gert-Town hounds done scorched'cha
But you gots to be retarded think that you can handle me
Battle me
Better keep that shit on Valence Street
St. Thomas I been there
Magnolia I been there
Well I guess you can say lil' B.G. he I been there
But I know you know they got plenty dope that he probably sent never went
There
This goin' out to the style go-getter
But I got my Mack now
But I got my Tec now
But I got my vest now
Got my own back now
Gotta earn my respect now
Lil' Wayne, tryin' to dis the trigga man
I figure it takes a bigger man to pull the trigga man
P.T. the quicker man, quick with the figures man
I figure it takes a bigger man to dis the trigga man
But I stand tall for mine too
But I represent mine in every muthafuckin' rhyme too
Who that?
Say they wanna do that?
But they want they whole crew back
Retaliation, you don't wanna do that
All I gotta do now is just, give it a little tap
It won't sound goofy like Daffy
Gotta maintain my rappin'
But I got that cab, backin' me up
And they got them two and a halfs, goin' from the thirteen on up
And all my profit, just snorted all up
Goin' all out for mine, fuck, coughin' it all up
I don't give a fuck, cuz I'm a dog anyway
Be my own boss anyday
Playa haters get out the way

Chorus:

Do you really really really wanna fuck with us?
You know these niggas is dangerous
Do you really really really wanna fuck with us?
You know these niggas is dangerous

Second Verse:

I'm runnin' game on niggas
Puttin' pain on niggas
Still the same ol' niggas
Ol' lame ass niggas
Gettin' change out niggas
P.T. gotta represent too
But I stay loaded around and a lil' more tense too
Numero uno clique
Pumpin' in a band that's uno
Who you know that know judo?
Bandana Santana Bruno
Run up get done up from sundown to sun up
Better put that gun up
If you don't you'll be one of 'em that's done up from tryin' to stunt up
With that part-time realness
Everyday business
And if you didn't know, got a plan to make millions
Want me to feel ya?
Jump stupid, bet I'll kill ya
And G-Town will beat you down
And that's what you get for all that round my way
Goin' down round my way
You get clowned downed my way
Let it be known, that I got the gat for the trigga play
Represent for the B-way
And gimme the dolja, fuck the yay
You niggas deserved to be got
And if it's you first you get popped
Just gimme props my album dropped
Remember drop from the pop
Papered up, capered up, got the mind of a lunatic
Brains of a scientist
But I'm dyin' for mine, bitch
One of a kind, bitch
Keep that in mind, bitch
Beat every line, bitch
And the streets are all mine, bitch
(One of a kind, bitch
Keep that in mind, bitch
Beat every line, bitch
And the streets are all mine, bitch)

Chorus