Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Don't F*ck Wit U, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Date of issue: 20.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
They Don't F*ck Wit U |
| Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta |
| Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta |
| Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta |
| Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggas perpetrate |
| Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggas perpetrate |
| I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest |
| Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L-E S-I-X |
| Niggas be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up |
| In the beginnin' they could’ve survived but they had no nuts |
| Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of ho-in' |
| Cuz in yo face, off in the streets ain’t nothin' but ho is showin' |
| Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight |
| Stick you with knives, shoot you with — nines and take yo life |
| Yea we know you niggas are fuckin' scared cuz we don’t play around |
| Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground |
| People say you buck but we all know that’s just that liquor bro |
| Niggas swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow |
| If a member call me then I’m gonna pack my yawks and roll |
| Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold |
| Foo this ain’t no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill |
| High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed |
| They don’t fuck wit you like ya fucked 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 |
| 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 fuck the rest |
| No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next |
| I’m 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 |
| I’m buckin' you fakers who ain’t got cheese, the ones I hate |
| Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air |
| Im seein' niggas, them niggas bodies flyin' everywhere |
| You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player |
| I’m keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers |
| Everywhere that I go I’m gettin' all these evil stares |
| I’m sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair |
| All in my bizness, God is my witness I don’t even care |
| Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah |
| They don’t fuck wit you like ya fucked 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 |
| Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I’m seriously pimpin' |
| Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges |
| Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well |
| Touch me and you’ll die see you can burn wit me in hell |
| This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that’ve 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 |
| 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 fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' 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 ain’t much nigga |
| Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up |
| They don’t fuck wit you like ya fucked 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 |
| (Til fade) |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I’m blown |