Fuk U Mean

[Hook: T-Rock sample] 2x
Fuck with me, lil hoe, it's over, I fold ya like packages
Pop the steel and disappear like Copperfield; a magic trick
My soldiers fuck with savages, master flippin' bag of bricks
Havoc is the ... buried under carcasses

[Verse 1: Lil Jack]
... bitches tryin' to bird-feed the robbers
Just came out from the pen, I don't really need no problems
Nigga can't go gold, but he say he countin' numbers
So he can count the shots from this 100 round drummer
Get the shit poppin' for this bitch whoppin' (?) boxin'
Pussy play them games with yo bitch partner
Playin' bad boy you get big (?)
Full of cocaina, cockin' two choppers
I'll 2pac ya - Who shot ya?
I just took a pound from the loud man
I ain't fucked up 'bout no sound scans
Weak niggas testify
Soon as the murderer call fuckin' studio gangsters
I got West Memphis niggas in Atlanta
Kill ya, drop yo body off in some (?)
Anna got 'em shakin', nigga you a hater
Drop you in the trunk, hoes do the (?)
Kill you for the papers, y'all still on papers
Smoke you like some papers, you gon' make the paper
Money make people betray ya
But you know that I had yo mama raise ya
I know yo family so disappointed
Don't ruin yo life, this is not what you wanted
Come down and start frontin'
Take a look in the mirror, now take off that suit
You need a minute fan, you a family man
Stop rappin' 'bout shit you don't do
Fuck you mean

[Hook: T-Rock sample] 2x

[Verse 2: Lil Jack]
You ever seen a nigga bleed from his eyes?
Plead for his life then he scream til he dies
Blunt force trauma, bullet holes in his chest
Third degree burns on his arms and his neck, YES!
Ya ain't got no gun in them tight ass pants
I still spray a nigga like the Jheri Curl
With a old nigga with a Jheri Curl
You ain't from the hood, you just like to flauge
You a school boy you could need (?)
You wrote a rap and now you think you hard
You never wrote some bars from behind some bars
... fightin' this murder charge
Uncle shoot him, just lost his mind
A (?) told me that I crossed the line
Niggas still hatin', niggas droppin' dimes
Where you from these niggas dissin' each other
Throwin' up made up gang signs
Where I'm from these niggas splittin' each other
Look, you done fucked around
And have a real nigga doin' life without
You the type of rapper like to rap about
Type of shit that you can lose yo life about
... drop ...
You better watch yo back or you watch yo mouth
Full of cocaina I'll stalk you out
And send them Manson niggas right in yo house

[Hook: T-Rock sample] 2x