Damon Elliott - Come f** With Me lyrics

[Flesh] Do you really wanna f** with me? No, oh, oh, oh, no, n***a, never Flesh Sooner or later All of you haters gonna catch vapors You don't wanna test You never do know when absolutely nobody Wanted to f** with this cat Then again, you really want a son And come and get done, easily phat Then wanna put 'em on they back Clack back mack, everyday focus the beam Straight aim your way Hittin' and pray Eliminate playa haters in the ninety eight And if you hatin' to elevate The number one thugsta takin' off thousands And I'm off bounds in here But he wonder how did I do when I did this My clique steady housin' fools Get abused when they run up and lose bad Look at him singin' the blues, so sad Never no chance you might have Had for f**in' with a man who's mad Chorus [Flesh] Just to know what I'm bustin', some steady buck And while I keep crushin' You muthaf**as all ran outta luck So never me hush up Some of my boys had to keep me from cussin' Lustin', pa** the bud Thinking of the bud, never no mercy First these n***as gotta show a little heat Before we hit 'em where it hurt Hit 'em up worse with a curse Gotta put 'em on work daily Swerve to the curb, hit a herb, hit a nerve Flagerant all through the Land I'm the man bump bumpin' in my Suburban Pump up the volume, and I been through so much sh** You can fit, it got plenty of room And they a**ume that they can roll with me Endin' up laid in they tomb Chorus [Flesh] I gotta handle my business And I'm in this to win this shhhh... Never gon' stop til I finish Any run against me they get diminished I'm breakin' records in the book of the Guiness And a n***a really meant this when I said this to you And the rest of your crew take note Boast with all of my dogs with a toast Northcoast n***as, we ain't no joke Hold, for the most, in a minute, could you? Oh oh oh no Then if I'm not you're gonna drop from the bullets I pop Glock Glock shots from my smokin' Glock Stop thinkin' that you can compete with my now If you was to try then you might die Should you realize Mo Thug Millennium ain't to be tried, so why? Chorus