You Don't Hear Me Doe Lyrics

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

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