U Don't Want Dat

Let me tell y'all niggaz like this here right

It's 2003 my nigga

All that, all that yappin at the mouth shit my nigga

Um, niggaz ain't with that shit my nigga

We don't play that shit no more mane

Soon as a nigga start talkin that shit

Mane, you on the floor shawty

Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(YEAH!)

Watch a nigga get swole on (For talkin that shit)

Watch a bitch get rolled on (For talkin that shit)

Watch that nigga get laid out (For talkin that shit)

Watch them bitches get drug out (For talkin that shit)

You don't want none, nigga you don't want none

You don't want none, bitch you don't want none

You don't want none, nigga you don't want none

You don't want none, bitch you don't want none

You don't like me, I don't like you

You want to fight me, I want to fight you

Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch

Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick

Fuck these rental cops, they don't run shit

Who run this shit, we run this bitch

Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch

Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick

My back ain't dirty, my lip ain't swole

My head ain't busted, my nose ain't broke

Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch

Put yo hands up you hoe, put yo hands up you trick

I'm from a small town called, whoop a nigga ass

And I mean we'll whoop a nigga ass

And I mean we'll beat a bitch to death

And I mean, carry him all the way there

Take a nigga down the dirt path to the junk yad

Where it's stankin at

Put his ass in a plastic bag, where there's a hole where you blast him at

And I'm talkin bout, tired up witha shoe string

And a fishing hook stuck in his thing

Layin on empty cans, recycled bags, and some pissy as gatorade

Swiss blade, what cut buddy gone enter the damn microwave

Better get you a sharpener baby, cause that thang gone only get me activated

You look hard, but you really soft

You tried to make me mad, but you just piss me off

I ain't scared of you nigga, I ain't scared of them hoes

And I definately ain't scared of tight T-shirt as nigga that thank he swole

I don't blame you, I blame yo mammy bitch

She should've fucked yo daddy, she should've sucked his dick

You's a punk boy, a fuck boy

That like it in the ass, with somethin real hard

So when he come motherfuckers you can stand him up

Ask one of these niggaz I was tearin him up

Have them sayin that country boy bad as fuck

Came in here with a heater and had to bust

Put him right back in before I put it on

I'm sayin this game ain't changed much

Still the same motherfucker used to sell the drugs

Still the same one, used to come to the club

See a nigga, leave a nigga in a bag of blood

In the car with his broad when the police come (Gone)

For they find what they lookin for

(Yeah boy) you don't hear me though

Cause ain't nothin that a nigga ain't cone before

And nothin that a nigga won't try again

But remeber what's up and I'm is the man

You gone crazy, feelin froggy then gone ahead and leap

but whe nyou jump over here, try to remeber what the fuck I said

cause I meant it