Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't F-ck With You, artist - G-Unit. Date of issue: 24.08.2014
Song language: English
I Don't F-ck With You |
| Don’t want to talk to ya |
| Don’t know ya, don’t know how ya know my name |
| I got a reputation of police chasing |
| Ya bitch, I let it bang |
| Nigga ya keep talkin', I keep walking |
| Fuck around till the heat talkin |
| It is yo coffin |
| I don’t fuck with you, you don’t fuck with me! |
| Nigga, talking just ain’t my cup o' tea |
| Don’t wanna shoot the shit, I’m a shoot the bitch |
| Don’t wanna shoot the shit, I’m a shoot the bitch |
| (1: Kidd Kidd) |
| I don’t fuck with ya, and ya know it, show it |
| Four Deep whips, stolen, rolling |
| Fo' 5, I tote it, blow it |
| Leave yo head split open, swollen |
| Now it’s all in yo noggin, popping |
| Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rocking |
| Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the FEDs come knocking |
| Drop it, Man they plotting on my drug house |
| Man, I hope they don’t run in befo I run out |
| I’m running out, I don’t know who to trust now |
| No dap, hugs, or what’s up’s now |
| I don’t fuck round with the fuck round |
| Ya see me, get the fuck from around me |
| (2: Young Buck) |
| I don’t talk, texts |
| I don’t off bets |
| I don’t fuck with niggas ain’t from the set |
| I’m from the projects |
| Surprised ya ain’t got robbed yet |
| I really don’t do no conversating, no call waiting |
| I know y’all hatin, I’m cool wid it |
| On probation with no patience |
| I hop out and act a fool with it, fuck who diddit! |
| If ya with it, then ya get it, 2 to yo fitted |
| I don’t fuck with none of y’all anyway |
| Yo funeral could be any day |
| Eva since I said send the Yay |
| Ya fuck niggas been' in the way |
| I’m just doing what 50 say |
| Putting a hundred rounds in the k, Buck! |
| I don’t fuck with you, you don’t fuck with me! |
| Nigga, talking just ain’t my cup o' tea |
| Don’t wanna shoot the shit, I’m a shoot the bitch |
| Don’t wanna shoot the shit, I’m a shoot the bitch |
| (3: 50 Cent) |
| My 4−5, I grip it, grip it! |
| Work chef, and I’ll whip it, whip it |
| Four days, and I’ll flip it, flip it |
| Front off a meal ticket, ticket |
| Hoes want to come kick it, kick it |
| Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it |
| Up after we throw it, throw it |
| Big money, we blow it |
| That gangsta shit, we did it, get it |
| Still do, we ain’t new to it |
| Boy, I ain’t neva gon' tell on me |
| Ya bitch nigga, bet ya do |
| Ya talk a lot |
| Niggas round here don’t say much |
| Niggas round here don’t play that much |
| Soon as shit pop, they blame us |
| Cuz the money ain’t neva go’n' change us |
| (3: Tony Yayo) |
| A lot of gun talk in the streets |
| But real recognize real beef |
| And real soldiers get the mission accomplished |
| Neva slipping, steady gripping, killing fo nonsense |
| Sideline hating, backbiting haters |
| Catch ya in yo car like them red-light cameras |
| Green light, what? |
| Green light, woo |
| My money cuz a fucking holocaust |
| I green-light ya |
| I don’t fuck with you, you don’t fuck with me! |
| Nigga, talking just ain’t my cup o' tea |
| Don’t wanna shoot the shit, I’m a shoot the bitch |
| Don’t wanna shoot the shit, I’m a shoot the bitch |