Man Up

You don't wanna do dat You don't wanna do dat You don't wanna do dat All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Man up motherf**ker, man up Man up motherf**ker, man up Man up motherf**ker, man up Man up motherf**ker, man up Now eve'body wanna f**kin' have they own label Wouldn't on the first shit to bring to the table They in they own fantasy somethin' like a fable Handicap situations all disabled I shut 'em down, like a computer 'Cause ain't nobody f**kin' wit the super producer Coreleone, Trill town representatives f**k Don P Man some of y'all too sensitive But ya right, f**k me But ain't 'nam day you gon' touch me Talkin' 'bout, Don P, why you buckin'? Man you need to chill out get to the money I already got it and I'ma Trill nigga I handle all my problems besides I'm all about respectin' I'ma man, before anybody checkin' All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Man up motherf**ker, man up Man up motherf**ker, man up Man up motherf**ker, man up Man up motherf**ker, man up What you starin' at? This ain't no free show You gon' make me cock back, hit ya a*s in the door You don't wanna do dat, hear dem thangs clit-clak Goes in ya through the front, comes out through the back Come and make my night, love to talk but hate to fight Was you a bitch? I was a bitch, it don't go away ova night Man up motherf**ker man up I told you once before motherf**ker stand up All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Man up motherf**ker, man up Man up motherf**ker, man up Man up motherf**ker, man up Man up motherf**ker, man up Now if you niggaz keep playin', you gon' make a nigga tear a hole Right through yo' chest, is yo' flesh, I can see yo' soul You don't wanna do dat, I'ma hit you wit a bat Talkin' all dat shit nigga and I'ma hit you wit da gack Seventeen times out da barrel on my .45 Four plus five equals nine goin' through yo spine Sit yo a*s down hoe, make a move you gotta go Erase you off da map and beat yo a*s at yo own show Ain't playin' no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta shit Throwin' up my middle finger, grabbin' on my own d**k Niggaz thank they slick take yo pick, which one you want? Bullets flyin' through yo house or goin' straight through yo door Make yo a*s choke wit different strokes of my hand movements Say dat your a G, in these streets, man you gotta prove in Next, time I see you talkin' talkin' shit I'ma rearrange yo mouth and put yo a*s in a ditch, bitch All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Man up motherf**ker, man up Man up motherf**ker, man up Man up motherf**ker, man up Man up motherf**ker, man up You don't wanna do dat You don't wanna do dat You don't wanna do dat ...