《They Don't Fuck Wit U》是Three 6 Mafia演唱的歌曲。
基本介紹
- 歌曲：They Don't Fuck Wit U
- 語種：英語
- 發行日期：2011年05月09日
- 歌手：Three 6 Mafia
- 所屬專輯：Rap Bag Vol. 4 - [The Dave Cash Collection]
They Don't Fuck Wit U （featuring Pat） - Three 6 Mafia
Artist: three 6 mafia f/ project pat
Album: choices the album
Song: they dont ***** wit u
（dj paul）
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
（dj paul）
I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest
*****in wit t-r-i-p-l, e-s-i-x
Niggaz be talkin but in the end I like ***** em up
In the beginnin they couldve survived but they had no nuts
***** where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in
Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin but hoe is showin
Too *****in light, too *****in light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life
（juicy j）
Yea we know you niggaz are *****in scared cuz we dont play around
Never wanna step cuz three 6 mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know thats just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin that snow
If a member call me then Im gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo this aint no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin and dissin in yo rappin just might get ya killed
（chorus 2x）
They dont ***** wit you like ya *****ed with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
（project pat）
Whachu doin round hea? my nigga I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin, so I split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so ***** the rest
No understandin, projects the greedy, ya could be next
Im robbin victims with of the face of a ? ? ?
No hesitatin, I come out buckin so watch the nine
Off in east memphis transactin bizness I know you straight
Im buckin you fakers who aint got cheese, the ones I hate
（lord infamous）
Could it be me, could it be somethin in the *****in air
Im seein niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin everywhere
You wanna know if the lord is mackin or a *****in player
Im keepin all of you mutha*****as in my *****in prayers
Everywhere that I go Im gettin all these evil stares
Im sick of all of these hatin mutha*****as in my hair
All in my bizness, God is my witness I dont even care
Cause all you *****es you get the *blaah* died hell yeah
Repeat chorus 2x
（koopsta knicca）
Deep deep in them trenches of memphis where Im seriously pimpin
Da koopsta da knicca breakin mo *****es than london got bridges
Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and youll die see you can burn wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-i for you niggas thatve lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ? ? ? off it
Call chris mane, shit dump em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders
（crunchy blac）
My nigga cb he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin in doors, he lookin for him some dividends
He kidnappin hoes so he can make him some money mane
And *****in wit him is like *****in wit somethin different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really aint much nigga
Cuz talkin to us nigga, we blowin ya up
Repeat chorus 2x
（til fade）
Im smoked out, snorted out, drunken and Im blown
