You Don't Hear Me Doe

Call me psychotive but I'm bad, nigga yo And I'ma do ya bad, black And when I come, I'm bustin' up niggas to hear me, black Ya should of never let a nigga see If there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me Huh, I waited for my date to come-of-age And now I'm of-age I can't escape the f**kin' front page So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again I kicks the funky shit and coke and stupid like I'm Gilligan I'm P, supposed to hit a lick for a jack The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin' back Nigga lookin' for they shit, aggravated and pissed Niggas they can't f**k with my clique I'm here to break 'em off for chunk A D E A T H L Y, a motherf**kin' punk And I be rollin' with the bra*s Don't answer with the ziggers in your hood He break your neck to roll a pa*s, nigga Don't even stop to say "Whattup", 'cos I bust for the f**k And pay some quick to light a motherf**ker up Next time you stop me on your block, I hope you leave the place Or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face Nigga, I ain't the one to take no bullshit 'Cos see a nigga like the D Is game to empty out the full clip So when I come for ya, act like ya know Sittin', motherf**kin' smooth to the curb but you don't hear Doe I'ma bring ya to ya a*shole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin' on that a*s but still I see That you don't hear me doe (But you don't hear me doe) Bring ya to ya a*shole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin on that a*s but still I see That you don't hear me doe It's time to f**k em up, here it comes, blast, nigga Thump to your chest and they comin' out your a*s, nigga I grew apart, livin' my life as a criminal Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don't hear me doe So I'ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate D-um divertin' nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock My Glock makin' sounds and it don't stop So nigga pa*s the swisha quick And I'ma blaze till the motherf**ker burn me off my fingertips 'Cos, see a nigga gotta say high I try to smoke till I can't smoke and then I won't smoke But still I got my fingers on my shit And click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch You tried to test the wrong nigga, be a tested Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's down in Texas Some think I'm talk cos I play it cool But I ain't the average motherf**ker I do the shit that niggas won't do Huh, like pistol whip a woodie for his bank Then after that I gate and grab his bitch And do the same thang And I will pain up the a*shole Collectin' grips on my drips as I stroll but you don't hear me doe I'ma bring ya to ya a*shole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin' on that a*s but still I see That you don't hear me doe (But you don't hear me doe) Bring ya to ya a*shole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin on that a*s but still I see That you don't hear me doe Ain't no mistakin' what I'm bringin' You motherf**kers still ain't had enough So I'ma continue to break you off for proper a*s chunk May it be nine, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank Any way you come I'm in your motherf**kin shit, mate Huh, a nigga bustin' caps, smokin' fires Quick to bring it to your a*s and keep on goin' till your a*s die And it ain't no runnin' down dem backstreets 'Cos I got slugs to catch 'em with Carl Lewis on the track meet Huh and still you wanna test a nigga so Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don't hear me doe I'ma bring ya to ya a*shole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin' on that a*s but still I see That you don't hear me doe (But you don't hear me doe) Bring ya to ya a*shole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin on that a*s but still I see That you don't hear me doe Yeah, check it