can't fuck wit

Singer:mobb deep

]

yeah. yeah. yeah

yo

that's right

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

oh

yeah

oh. y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz i fuck wit

really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz i fuck wit

y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real

y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? see me when ya get a record deal

yo

if i sat at wrote a verse for all the niggaz i hated

most definately

if not you

kill somebody belated

sound foul with a subject

dunn

no women or kids

dump you up under a bridge in a cardboard box

i'm like nothin to do wit it

believe it or not

i'm washin my hands to get bent with henney or rock

up in the rep bangin my chest off

pealin my socks

niggaz do it to death

i sleep with my 6 cocked

like henney rock

one sip

ya love it a lot

while you sleepin

i'm creapin wit the intricate plot

cuz picture me up in the morgue

way before my time

picture you tryin to get my while i'm still tryin to get mines

asshole

have ya brain lookin like castro

dunn

i heard you wanted me

bitch

if i buck you

damn short snitched

the nigga just mad cuz he can't cop crisp

i observe the dread

winter time

big shot in my leg

blood barrels

a big thick benneton keg

razor glass full

salute all teflon

shoot wit the left arm

we sleepin wit nukes

the blood is shed warm

high-voltage guns

nuns wit jums in the gums

razors

lazers

bulletproof blazers

yo

remind what the team chanted

they bought the jewel from a don wit a king-sized hat on

slanted

kangol wit bentol

ya mental

mid-war

spill hen' in the store

that's for the own'

blaze wit a bent 4

yo these laws is your's

when we pour gasoline all in ya pours and draws

so decievin

flow speed change

lay him down

empty breathin

instead of these leaks

we leave the weak weapin

operation: apparatus

spray shots through ya grey stratus

straight up status for maggots

soldier boys stay on ya toes

be on ya p's and q's

keep ya eyes bright comin out ya buildin

duke

you might bump into a bullet or stumble on ya death

niggaz slumber

i put 'em in a deep coma

i keep guns cuz it's like that

you figure it out

i got an arson for niggaz tryin to figure me out

you ain't a killa

you just talk more

runnin ya mouth

the type of nigga

we'll stomp out and bloody down

look

we a mobb for real

don't let the lp's twist it

cut me a cheque cuz i don't talk business

drop anthems worth millions and spend millions

take trips with my niggaz to the keys on the weekends

serious jewels

pissy off the fruits

dunn

we move like the marines

move when we come through

seduce bitches dizzy

half they friends and they moms wanna hit me

y'all know my stiggity

yeah

yeah.