E-40 - Try Me lyrics

[Intro: Bookie] You know what? I'm gettin' tired of you b**h n***as Comin' around tryin' ta put my whole court Like I left my muthaf**in' nuts at the house f** you n***as You n***as wanna try me? Come and try me I ain't the type of n***a that'll get scared just because a n***a sizin' me up That don't mean sh** ta me Muthaf**as wanna be callin' my house, threatenin' ta k** me and sh** Won't leave no kinda connection for a n***a ta get back at y'all punk a**es f** you n***as [Chorus] n***as tempted ta try me, get the f** on Feelin' the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these n***as behind me, grippin' they chromes Seen bloody days when the heat is on I thought I told ya n***as tempted ta try me, get the f** on Feelin' the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these n***as behind me, grippin' they chromes Seen bloody days when the heat is on I thought I told ya [Bookie] Alota n***as wanna test me, seein' if I'm weak Like alota b**h n***as in the pen, spreadin' out they cheeks Believe me, I'm far from it Who wanna talk sh** ta this n***a That's ready ta brawl and mo' cheese than a hundred I got k**as representin' me So what the f** a n***a like you doin' talkin' sh** ta me? I'ma let you know the real n***as from Neil, we call em b**h made A pretty flower, a maggot This n***a Bookie ain't no f*ggot I reside on the Eastside, that's where I'm from Even got k**as who claimin' the West, strappin' up they vests You best Believe that if he tryin' ta make me bleed Yes indeed, I come and proceed ta put him on his knees Now I don't bang, but often hang wit the k**as Slang wit the k**as Do my thang wit the k**as I'm from the ghetto, I done seen it all So if you want it, come surprise me Regrettin' that you tryed me [Chorus] n***as tempted ta try me, get the f** on Feelin' the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these n***as behind me, grippin' they chromes Seen bloody days when the heat is on I thought I told ya n***as tempted ta try me, get the f** on Feelin' the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these n***as behind me, grippin' they chromes Seen bloody days when the heat is on I thought I told ya [E-40] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Me and my whip-i-ly-zation be on some got it Take off the head and then I k** the body One in the ground, the other one in the pen Livin' that extra man is like ran up in this den Finger f**ed and raped his box, tied him up and made him watch Pistol whooped his face, got him for a safe Bookie These n***as got me bent, I ain't no s**a I'm a magazine street hustler like Larry Flynt Rapper slash P.I. pimp Pistol packin', always hot, P.I. pimp These n***as don't wanna go ta war These n***as ain't tryin' ta funk no mo' Them n***as know that they can't score Y'all n***as scared ta see us toe ta toe You monks ain't got the wind Don't act like we don't know You n***as be too looped You n***as be on blow You n***as be too soup You n***as just don't know [Chorus] n***as tempted ta try me, get the f** on Feelin' the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these n***as behind me, grippin' they chromes Seen bloody days when the heat is on I thought I told ya n***as tempted ta try me, get the f** on Feelin' the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these n***as behind me, grippin' they chromes Seen bloody days when the heat is on I thought I told ya [Bookie] Ran into this n***a at the club one night, tryin' ta get my groove on He bumped into me, got mad, and had the nerve ta tell me ta move on What? n***a you got me f**ed up Who in the hell you think you is Comin' up in the club, actin' all stupid and stuck up? What, you thought I was gonna be a b**h n***a and bow down? Give you a smile and look down? n***a you 'bout ta get took down Who you lookin' for, the bouncers? Just lookin' at you shakin' Makes me realize that you faker than any n***a that's scared ta take you Oh, you was lookin' for your homeboys ta help you But when they saw my squad they got scared, claimin' they neva met you So you get the f** on, regretin' that you tried me You thought you had some homeboys, but find out the n***as behind me So what's wit the ill face? That I was weak without no balls, thinkin' Bookie was faked Sorry ta disappoint you So now you know The next time that you see me up in the club wit my back turned And you behind me, neva ta try me [Chorus] n***as tempted ta try me, get the f** on Feelin' the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these n***as behind me, grippin' they chromes Seen bloody days when the heat is on I thought I told ya n***as tempted ta try me, get the f** on Feelin' the rage when the heat is on Do I have ta spell it? Got all these n***as behind me, grippin' they chromes Seen bloody days when the heat is on I thought I told ya [Outro: E-40] And there you have it One more end E-fee-zy Fon-za-ree-zy A.K.A. Charlie Hustle Smell it Me and my n***a Bookie Doin' our thug Fi-za-ma-jig up in this muthaf**a Unda smell me 19-99, 2000 on you hoe a** muthaf**as Hoe!