Ya Really Don’t

[Intro]
Woo, woo
Ya really don't
Ya really don't wanna fuck with us
Ya really don't
Yeah
Ya really don't
Say Hi To The Bad Guy, Dysfunktional Family, let's go
Ya really don't wanna fuck with us and that's what's up
We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what
Ya really don't
Nah, nigga
Want to clash with us
Ya really don't
Want to fuck around
Want our gats to bust
Ya really don't wanna fuck with us and that's what's up
We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what
Bang bang nigga
Ya really don't
Want to mash with us
Ya really don't
Want our gats to bust

[Verse 1]
To all my gangstas, grab your straps off the shelf
Niggas is murderin in them streets please protect ya self
Listen
These niggas out here talkin' about me everyday
But if they come at me I'ma have to blow them niggas away, blaow!
Tuck in you gat nigga, you ain't thuggin
You nothing but rats
Stuck in the trap
Nigga, run up, get a slug in your back
Killin' you niggas over oil like President Bush
That sherm oil, jacked the shit, hit the ghetto and pushed
1-2-3
Fuck with us and you'll be R-I-P
So if you don't want you heartbeat to stop
Then walk away before my gun pop
Leave me alone
Pack chrome, gat long
That known cat gone
Leave a niggas back blown
Soon as he act grown
Nigga my gat crack bones
Cats won't last long
Singing your last song
A nigga won't even make it back home

[Chorus]
Ya really don't wanna fuck with us and that's whats up
We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what
Ya really don't
Wanna clash with us
Ya really don't
Want our gats to bust
Ya really don't wanna fuck with us and that's what's up
We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what
Bang bang nigga
Ya really don't
Want to mash with us
Ya really don't
Want our gats to bust

[Verse 2]
Up against the West Coast nigga
That squeeze the most triggers
And fuck the most bitches
And touched the most riches
The 4's are on switches
The Benz's so vicious
We stay ghetto for life, my nigga
Crooked ain't real? You confusin' me, my nigga
How you double-cross me, you used to be my nigga
Niggas cry rivers, soon as we fly triggers
Five hit you, that's how lead poison travel inside livers
Tie you to a bumper, drag you by your Adam's apple
And laugh as your skin unravels as you travel across gravel
So why'd you wanna fuck with me
I keep a AK, a P90 and Desert E
I pop up quickly where you'd never thought I'd be
From outta nowhere, give your Coogi sweater, three
Mahfucka

[Outro]
See you niggas really don't understand what we doin' at Death Row
We trying to organize them gangsta hits to flood the industry with
And if you with that shit then cop everything with the Death Row logo on it
Darren Vegas
Crooked I
Woo
Yeah
Close the door on his ass