A.G. - Leave It Alone / Club (Skit) lyrics

Uhh.. 'nother one of them things It's another one of them things Yeah, yeah, feel me Yeahh, c'mon, ya feel me? They gon' feel this, check it One two check me out uhh We Ghetto Dwellas rollin with "Goodfellas," that's Power Rule On tracks, commitin murder like my name was Ja Rule "Holla Holla," you're out of bounds f*ckin with World And Carter, Carter - you want beef? It's not a problem Red-dot 'em, co*k back, blast and shot 'em D.O.A., just to show 'em we don't play Smoke weed all day, me, Craig, and Catch me in the Benz gettin head in the whip And not crashin it, while y'all n***as can't get a date That be the same reason why n***as hate Yo we goin platinum, Wali World out to get the papes F*ck the album, got n***as buggin off the snippet tape I +Dig in the Crates+, and make tracks hotter than lava One love to Khalid, Kenyatta And Trigger Tone, when you get home, we got it sewn Like Bones, I let you rock my three G stones Yo word to Arthur Ashe, serve these fools and spark the hash Yo World let's get these mills, cut the half Roll with ladies that pack, plus baby got back Gotta pay me to rap, the Larry Davis of rap In fact, my value now is past a mill' Wanna sign me for half-a-mill I'll give you half for real Pa** the pill, drop hot ones that last until Straight dirt, y'all p**y n***as clean with Ma**engil Wanna star with a dick attached, I'll show 'em one Run trizzies like Joe and 'em, I co*k the M-1 Get busy when I'm holdin one So many rounds I get dizzy when I'm loadin 'em Front, then I'm sober son Do you got my tape kid, you better get it Aiyyo I got the fat sh**, so get with it Aiyyo you got the CD, you better get it Aiyyo I got the fat sh**, so get with it, c'mon Don't touch this, ah ah, leave it alone Play your position when we're rockin on the microphone Don't stop (don't stop) I'm not finished yet I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug then I jet Back to the lab (to the lab) ... Don't touch this, ah ah, leave it alone Play your position when we're rockin on the microphone See me? Throw it up when I rolls up CD? Twenty-fo' bucks with only fo' cuts Screw courts, them havocs get cut short like Newports Out of towners call me New York, Yank hat with a smooth walk I came with my n***as; new topics mixed with blue chronic Don't rock it - I'ma blame y'all n***as For sleepin on the b**bonic, 15 minus two dollars So hurry and cop it - I entertain y'all n***as I spit flames on these other rappers Lyrically see me as madness, I'll touch them f*ggots They don't have it, plus them average, crush them ba*tards With one lines, bust 41 times like one-time And it'll still be no crime, from Japan back to London I have 'em runnin cause these raps is stunnin Honey a** is pumpin, so throw the L's up And after the show I'm smashin somethin, get dirty baby Don't stop (don't stop)... I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug then I jet Back to the lab (to the lab) ... Don't touch this, ah ah... ... microphone Kick a hole in the speaker... We're, back to the lab (to the lab)... Don't touch this, ah ah... Out of bounds in here With my n***a A.G. in here G.D., we get dirty