Let me tell yall niggaz like this here right
Its 2003 my nigga
All that all that yappin at the mouth shit my nigga
Um niggaz aint with that shit my nigga
We dont play that shit no more mane
Soon as a nigga start talkin that shit
Mane you on the floor shawty
Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(YEAH!)

[Chorus]
Watch a nigga get swole on (For talkin that shit)
Watch a bitch get rolled on (For talkin that shit)
Watch that nigga get laid out (For talkin that shit)
Watch them bitches get drug out (For talkin that shit)
You dont want none nigga you dont want none
You dont want none bitch you dont want none
You dont want none nigga you dont want none
You dont want none bitch you dont want none

[Bridge 1]
You dont like me I dont like you
You want to fight me I want to fight you
Put yo hands up nigga put yo hands up bitch
Put yo hands up hoe put yo hands up trick
F*ck these rental cops they dont run shit
Who run this shit we run this bitch
Put yo hands up nigga put yo hands up bitch
Put yo hands up hoe put yo hands up trick
My back aint dirty my lip aint swole
My head aint busted my nose aint broke
Put yo hands up nigga put yo hands up bitch
Put yo hands up you hoe put yo hands up you trick

[Verse 1]
Im from a small town called whoop a nigga ass
And I mean well whoop a nigga ass
And I mean well beat a bitch to death
And I mean carry him all the way there
Take a nigga down the dirt path to the junk yad
Where its stankin at
Put his ass in a plastic bag where theres a hole where you blast him at
And Im talkin bout tired up witha shoe string
And a fishing hook stuck in his thing
Layin on empty cans recycled bags and some pissy as gatorade
Swiss blade what cut buddy gone enter the damn microwave
Better get you a sharpener baby cause that thang gone only get me activated
You look hard but you really soft
You tried to make me mad but you just piss me off
I aint scared of you nigga I aint scared of them hoes
And I definately aint scared of tight T-shirt as nigga that thank he swole

[Chorus]

[Bridge 2]
I dont blame you I blame yo mammy bitch
She shouldve f*cked yo daddy she shouldve sucked his dick
Yous a punk boy a f*ck boy
That like it in the ass with somethin real hard

[Verse 2]
So when he come motherf*ckers you can stand him up
Ask one of these niggaz I was tearin him up
Have them sayin that country boy bad as f*ck
Came in here with a heater and had to bust
Put him right back in before I put it on
Im sayin this game aint changed much
Still the same motherf*cker used to sell the drugs
Still the same one used to come to the club
See a nigga leave a nigga in a bag of blood
In the car with his broad when the police come (Gone)
For they find what they lookin for
(Yeah boy) you dont hear me though
Cause aint nothin that a nigga aint cone before
And nothin that a nigga wont try again
But remeber whats up and Im is the man
You gone crazy feelin froggy then gone ahead and leap
but whe nyou jump over here try to remeber what the f*ck I said
cause I meant it

[Chorus]