I Don’t Fuck You

[Verse]
I've been a victim of society they got me fucked in this ho shit
Niggas runnin' up with M11's and some mo' shit
It seems to me, they wanna start somethin
But I'ma let this motherfuckin thang break 'em off somethin
My homie panicked cause he never thought it'd come to that (Who?)
Mikki Mike singin' 'em songs from these niggas gats
I guess its like guerilla warfare
Now grab ya gat and load ya clip and go for death until ya make it fair
And if ya don't then grab ya nuts dude (Why?)
Cause that's the only way these niggas livin in the nine-duece
Mo murder by killin's and slayin' some shit
Inflict on ya tool and find ya homie dead in a ditch
Damn, now the fuckin water's gettin' hot (Uh)
Homie after homie after homie's gettin' shot
And niggas are over lookin for joints to light
357 with them hollow point shells in the midnight
So check it, first I walk up on 'em like I know 'em
And then, I let my conversation start to hoe 'em
Cause yo, I never debates to wait, I handle my business
Cause niggas always be fuckin shit up when tryin to handle they business
He's peepin' out my missle as I stand straight
So now it's time to make his ass like a crushed grape
'Cause see I get stinked when I flex
And for the motherfuckin' hole in ya fuckin chest
I told ya once I love the midnight
A gun fight, a night to take a motherfuckers life
Yeah, right now you're fuckin' with some bad shit
But I'll be damned if I let another nigga take my shit
Consider, use your common sense punk
Cause I be blazin these niggas until they bodies stank like a skunk
You see I'm down to cause commotion
I pull my gat and make ya ashiest nigga perspire lotion
Its all about comin' up G
But I don't fuck you, if you don't try ta fuck me

[Chorus]
Tryin ta fuck me

[Verse 2]
Its part 2 of this ho shit, motherfuckers still runnin' up
Scope 'em out, squeeze the trigger, now ya got another dead nigga
But that ain't shit to these hood niggas
These motherfuckers in St. Paul live by pullin' the trigger
They came to fuck you in a split sec
Buck a nigga quick, I'm speakin' on this shit that I know best
But nigga stressed over crack fiends
I set him up and took his money now the jack is out sellin' ki's
Tryin to make his come up
Breakin' niggas off flat, but gettin' shoved off his product
So now he's lookin for another gank
But the nigga brought a gat so that's another fiend in the paint
Steady stackin' up nines
But homies doin' good cause when he started he was stressed out
And now he's livin' on the uprise
Smokin' that pious shit sensamilla and drinkin' that St Ides
All the fiends love to hit him with a dove
For what, 'cause when he breaks 'em off, he breaks 'em off love
You better believe, you better believe he's bakin'
And all of his dough was comin in quick and niggas is steadily shakin'
I ain't sayin takin' niggas lives is worth a rock
But what I'm sayin is this nigga's sewin up shop
Homies straight rollin'
Bought himself a new fuckin' Beamer but now the cops say its stolen
He put his Beamer up and bought a Benz
Stupid ass nigga, cause now they wanna know where ya got ya ends
Ya played yaself like a ho you went and bought some ho shit
And now ya stuck in some ho shit I hooked you up in the first place
But then you fronted to pay me back nigga front on this dope case
Yo where ya get the money at?
They wanna know but you won't tell 'em
You been slangin all that fuckin crack
Well I'ma pay that nigga to fuck yo' ass
Hell yeah, I'm plottin' on yo dick in the booty ass
Nigga got fucked tryin' ta fuck me
'Cause you can't fuck the king of fuckin motherfuckers G
I put 'em out like a chess piece
You don't believe me, well bring ya nuts nigga, come try ta test me
And I'ma bring ya heat from the streets
And do my best to leave ya fucked on the concrete
I'm breakin' niggas off G
But I don't fuck you if you don't try ta fuck me