I Don't Fuck With You

G-Unit

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    Don't wanna talk to you
    Don't know you
    Don't know how you know my name
    I got a reputation of police chasing
    You a bitch, I let it bang
    Nigga, you keep talkin', I keep walkin'
    Fuck around 'til the heat talkin'
    Then it's your coffin

    I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me (nah)
    Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
    Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot a bitch
    Don't wanna shoot the shit, I'm a shoot a bitch

    I don't fuck with you, and you know it, show it
    4-Deep whips, stolen, rollin'
    Fo'-five, I tote it, blow it
    Leave your head split open, swollen
    Now it's all in your noggin, poppin'
    Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin'
    Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin'
    Drop it, man they plottin' on my drug house
    Man, I hope they don't run in before I run out
    I'm runnin' out, I don't know who to trust now
    No dap, hugs, or what's-up's now
    I don't fuck around with the fuck arounds
    You see me, get the fuck from 'round me

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    I don't talk, texts
    I don't off bets
    I don't fuck with niggas ain't from the set
    I'm from the projects
    Surprised you ain't got robbed yet
    I really don't do no conversatin', no call waitin'
    I know ya'll hatin', I'm cool with it
    On probation with no patience
    I hop out and act a fool with it
    Fuck who did it

    If you with it, then you get it
    Two to your fitted
    I don't fuck with none of ya'll anyway
    Your funeral could be any day
    Ever since I said send the yay'
    You fuck niggas been' in the way
    I'm just doin' what 50 say
    Puttin' a hundred rounds in the k
    Buck

    My four-five, I grip it, grip it
    Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it
    Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it
    Front off a meal ticket, ticket
    Hoes wanna come kick it, kick it
    Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it
    Up after we throw it, throw it
    Big money, we blow it
    That gangsta shit, we did it, get it
    Still do; we ain't new to it

    Boy, I ain't never gon' tell on me
    You bitch nigga, bet you do
    You talk a lot
    Niggas around here don't say much
    Niggas around here don't play much
    Soon as shit pop, they blame us
    Cause the money ain't never go'n' change us

    A lot of gun talk in the streets
    But real recognize real beef
    And real soldiers get the mission accomplished
    Never slippin', steady grippin', killin' for nonsense
    Sideline hatin', backbitin haters
    Catch you in your car like them red-light cameras
    Green light, what?
    Green light, woo
    My money cause a fuckin' holocaust
    I green-light you

    Song details

    Composition: C. Stewart, D. Brown, M. Bernard, C. Jackson, R. Rodriguez, M. Gonzales, and J. Nuamah

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