Don’t Fuck With Me

(Chorus: Scarface)
You fuck with me, You fuck with the best!

(Verse 1: Hollywood J)
Nigga that's a robber, We's about to make a stang
Took the .45, And strap that shit onto my waist
Mane, I'm looking for the first nigga to walk out the bank
If he ain't got money, Then his ass is getting shanked
Waiting behind bushes and I'm ducking behind cars
Caught this pretty lady walking out the bank doors
Mane, I'm thinking to myself "This chick has got some cheese"
Caught that bitch right from the back and told her "Get on your knees"

(Chorus: Scarface)

(Verse 2: Hollywood J)
Riding like a lunatic, Mane I'll gut you like a fish
I will be that scary mack on your door on your fucking wrist
Mane, I'll buck you so damn hard cause I want your brains to rot
Take you to your crooked spot and rob you with my .45 Glock

(Talking)
Aw, yeah. This is for the niggas that couldn't take this shit. We still kicking in the motherfucking doors for you hoe ass niggas. What's up to my nigga J-Will, HD Bounty in this bitch, What's up to my nigga Magic Black. We still kicking in the doors, biyaatch!

(Chorus: Scarface)

(End of the Song)