You Can't Fuck With Us

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    [Swan]
    Ah, heard ya niggas wanna murder we
    Huh, what? Probably you never heard that we
    Droppin bombs, who that be? Mr. Swan
    Here to kill our rivals on CD-ROM
    Be, Generals ST & BD, bout to make history, just like graffiti
    You can't fuck wit it, it's the topic
    So wit no further adieu, please drop it

    [Buckshot]
    Frustration, builds upon the master of the ceremony
    The master of the ceremony, is the M.C. on stage
    But, if it's BDI, then you'll be in a daze
    Trapped in my double D, like you in a maze
    The God Don Rullian, said word is bond, BD it's time to shine
    So my number one role is to get rid of the swine
    Devil in the blue dress, wit the brooder finesse
    The black robe and the black vest

    [Steele]
    Oh, someone whose quick to come around you
    Leave from around you, then they talk about you
    Someone constantly try to down you
    Get down and then they try to hound you
    You can't fuck wit a nigga like that
    Can't fuck wit us, cuz our shit's so phat
    Fit like a cold frigid iceberg sittin in the freezer
    Be the one's makin your spot hot like the heater
    Watch me K.I.M. wit the speed of a cheetah
    Me and my sons, like DJ'in wit them Adidas
    Soarin, tourin, over the bullshit
    So you know the camp that you can't fuck wit

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    [Chorus x6]
    You can't fuck wit us

    [Buckshot]
    What's that shit, it's some shit called jealousied
    I think it's airborne, so I cover up my mouth and eyes
    When I get around mad niggas, up in the club, downin mad liquor
    As they drink, I proceed to think
    whose the first one to make the comment
    That, Buck ain't shit, behind my back
    The God ST predicted this shit, I'm sick of this shit
    It's two many niggas on my licorice shit
    Sweatin BDI for a flick, but you can't fuck wit this, nigga

    [Steele]
    Considerin everything that I'd been through
    Got me lookin for someone else to get into
    To satisfy my needs, but ain't no satisfyin greed
    So it seems what I need is all mental
    In the struggle I strive to keep my eyes on the prize
    But the prize keeps missin my reach
    I realize, that the closer I get, the further it seems
    Am I wide awake, or am I livin the dreams
    I see myself in the big scheme, elevatin
    Me and my fam will amount to many great things
    So don't think you can fuck wit us, you can't fuck wit us

    [Chorus to fade]

    [Buckshot rhymin simply in the background]

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