They Don’t Fuck Wit U

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggas perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggas perpetrate

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I grab my swatter, I swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fuckin' with T-R-I-P-L-E S-I-X
Niggas be talkin', but in the end I like fuck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived, but they had no nuts
Bitch, where you graduated from? I said a school of hoein'
'Cause in your face, off in the streets, ain't nothin' but ho is showin'
Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with nines and take your life

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Yea we know you niggas are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around
Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
Niggas swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on your block and close up shop and leave your body cold
Fool, this ain't no game, so tuck your chain and, coward, hide your grill
High cappin' and dissin' in your rappin' just might get you killed

[Chorus]
They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them
Your pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them
Your pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
What you doin' 'round here? My nigga, I gotta get you
Fresh out of jailin', my mind on bailin', so I split you
Head to the meeting, give to the needy, so fuck the rest
No understandin', Project's the greedy, you could be next
I'm robbin' victims with a bare face, super swift 'bout mine
No hesitatin', I come out buckin', so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin' business I know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate

[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]
Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air?
I'm seein' niggas, them niggas bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you motherfuckers in my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these hatin' motherfuckers in my hair
All in my business, God is my witness, I don't even care
'Cause all you bitches, you get the blay! Died, hell yeah

[Chorus]
They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them
Your pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them
Your pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

[Verse 5: Koopsta Knicca]
Deep, deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'
The Koopsta, the Knicca breakin' more bitches than London got bridges
Send this to you niggas, so you best to listen well
Touch me and you'll die, see, you'll burn with me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it
Spli-zat ya-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it
Call Chris mane, shit, dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders

[Crunchy Black]
My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane
And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up

[Chorus]
They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

[Outro]
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown