U Can't Fuck With Me

Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z Uncle L, blast these bitch a*s motherf**kers Pour your dom on the floor, try to flow with me Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact L.A. think about your broad, all I want is the stacks Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at So you made a little dough but watchu doin' wit that? Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black? Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back On my lap, in the jet to Miami an' back When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers an' you know I deliver The double N, enough ammo for every nigga S, that spell Queens, stupid a*s, run it back That HBO shit, I must address that Once an' for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx? He pus*y, pus*y ain't funny as Chris Rock U can't f**k wit me I don't care about your imagery Give a f**k who you claim to be U still can't f**k wit me U can't f**k wit me I don't care about your imagery Give a f**k who you claim to be U still can't f**k wit me No, go, who you thought it was? Don't be f**kin' wit my Uncle 'Cuz one does up d**k, the pen in my streets go one way I kill 'em 'In Living Color' on 'Any Given Sunday' They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style An' if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now An' get 'em with Juvenile, feed pitbull puppies Bologna in the projects, you wanna die next? Nah, he wanna live an' he loves his kids We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock Gimme the key, run up in your spot Like you on your belly, gimme the key What is it gon' be, what it's gon' see? When your blutter don't mean an' if he keep tryna wipe it off Like, "Nigga, what's this song mean?" L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that? Tattooed 'Def Jam' under your wing like that What, you a rider? Not in my house, mouth Glad to escape down south to my Miami house An' fifty spring in the couch U can't f**k wit me I don't care about your imagery Give a f**k who you claim to be U still can't f**k wit me U can't f**k wit me I don't care about your imagery Give a f**k who you claim to be U still can't f**k wit me Let's play a game of 'Big bank take little bank' Big dank take little dank I average ninety-five in the paint We comin' down like a shank I know you wanna ride but you can't We all up in your shit like a shank Don't make me stop an' pull brakes Ya two downs are lookin' cool, freakin' a sound Yo, I get f**ked up an' terrorize the town I'm the circus ring master, so f**k the clowns I bust lyrics an' rounds at the Lyricist Lounge 'Lost an' Found', a new identity, from here to infinity God have mercy on all my enemies Don't even test, waste your breath or your energy Knock ya whole family off like the Kennedy's I'm pledge, sicker than age with no type of remedy Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability Agility, keepin' y'all outta the state penitentiary U can't f**k wit me I don't care about your imagery Give a f**k who you claim to be U still can't f**k wit me U can't f**k wit me I don't care about your imagery Give a f**k who you claim to be U still can't f**k wit me Look, nigga, I regulate, bake the cake Shake the fake, while keepin' my faith Demonstratin' from the funk shit to the H I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace? You say the wrong thing an' Imma smack your face Chase these niggas, erase these niggas You done f**ked up 'cuz I'm break these niggas Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all s*ckers, I hate 'em, laws, I pay them off Big Dogg in this motherf**kin' bar Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes, y'all" We do this with no flaws I love my bitch wit no drawers an' no bras No laws, we break 'em from the get-go Slidin' by, ridin' high when we get-go Love it or leave it, we love livin' illegal Servin' or swervin' in a '85 Regal Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherf**kin' Beagel I take off on your a*s like an eagle Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples Just in case a motherf**ker wanna G Funk Two of the homies an' one of 'em got a piece on An' they never hesitate to dissolve