Hook:
Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah
Verse one (Mr. Groove):
I'm walking tall, standing tall
Got big stacks n***a watch me ball
Puffing loud packs, every beat I maul
Paint a masterpiece, call me Warhol
Big n***a, got big thangs, live big dreams, rock big chains
Drive big cars, rock big ice, I'm a soldier boy; toat big pipes
I'm that nice, that cold I'm that ill, I'm unopposed
My top's back I am exposed, I'm the bomb n***a, watch me explode
It's warfare every time I rap, like Sun Tzu it's an art to that
I sun fools, high noon in fact
Then darkness looms, n***a it's a wrap
I'm supercharged, high octane, I lace these bars with dioxane
I raised the bar past the top plain
Trying to reach for that, it's a long drop maine
Who's the man, need you ask, I stay with heat body counts to match
They can't compete they are mismatched, the top spot is mine I am encamped
YEAH...I am the champ champagne dousing
YEAH...Hangman's the camp stars surrounding
Groove The Boss, Pee Da Gee, Poetik Genius The H.M.G
We are the best surpremacy
3 heads like Ghidorah, we the Kings
Hook:
Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah
Verse two (Poetik Genius):
I just landed with Broncos, were its hella snow, & the weed loud
Bring tecks in case he's foul, stand out when I'm in crowds
Press the right bu*ton,(BRRRRRR) let it ring back like a speed dial
Broads diss, Wanna c now, but its to bad I'm getting bad I'm getting c-nial
Wanna ball with these bands. like we march wit madness
No one brand I switch up fabrics
On my feet till I'm deceased ova, spit crack that reek coka
Outa space, don't need closure, still major with street soilders
Wanna learn I Pete rose em
& Drive for mills, like I'm meek chauffeur
Sleeping on me, see em nodding off, fishy n***as, I smell caviar
Till I roll less, no Audemar, Wit Dz out it's no Mardi Gras
Out here on rampage, Hand helds, Ak's
Cuttin' n***as with my dam spades, make em see stars like back stage
Like a midget doctor , I got little patients, n***as talking no altercation
No money it's no conversation, light ya up like the strip in like Vegas
Hope u kno dat we ain't playing, real n***as know what we saying
Yea n***a we bout that, they do the same, yea I doubt that
What's good
Hook:
Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah
Verse three (Par Da'God):
You n***as ain't f**ing with Par
f**ing with Par is like spitting up to God
You get it in yo face
Chrome 40 where ever I go, I'm taking off I need space
This music sh** I'm bout it (ey)
Getting money don't doubt it (unh)
6 gear fast I'm audi
It's ink all over my body
Living life in reefer, everyday is cloudy
I'm a Independent King, Kobe on his 3rd ring
I'm a square Mayweather in the ring
Von Miller, on the turf I got sack's (sack's)
I got work RNS, my staff no snakes just worms (worms)
Everybody's doing dirt
We 'bout this sh** (Yep) HMG n***a Independent Kingz
We the truth (yay), truth hurt's (hurts) (YAY)
f** n***as, ya'll can't f** with the click maine
HMG, Independent Kings
Everything Rated R, everything Up 2 Par
Boss Muzik, f** with us
What up my n***a Zilla hey!!!