B.G. Duke - f** Dat n***a lyrics

(*talking*) Oh yeah, all the f**ed n***as gotta get the f** out the way Know what time it is n***a, Screwed Up Click [Hook] Man f** that n***a, (f** that n***a) Keep running your mouth, I'mma touch that n***a Man f** that n***a, (f** that n***a) You ain't heard about my state, we Screwed Up n***a Will-Lean you riding, (yeah I'm riding) B.G. Duke you riding, (yeah I'm riding) Z-Ro you riding, (yeah I'm riding) Point Blank you riding, (hell yeah I'm riding) [Will-Lean] Motherf** you I'll rush you, b**h I don't trust you Like AT&T, my guillotines reach out and touch ya Bust ya like a head off your shoulders, then dust ya Pluck my desert eagle to the bone, then crush ya See I'm a hustler, just look at my wrist All yellow canary diamonds, looking like piss Yo Flip, these boys acting sour I got money and respect, plus I'm packing power Stacking up dollars, n***as wanna f** with me If it's hood it's all good, so tuck your heat Even though I'm on parole, I still clutch my heat Pick up the street sweeper, to sweep up the street [B.G. Duke] I got my serve, that ain't your mama Smack you with the pistol and tell ya, I ain't your mama I'm ready for drama, I sleep with the fo' pound It ain't sh**, to send my free lancers to your town Ladies, we just ain't talking bout you Cause some of these n***as, is b**hes too And you know who, no need to say no name I'mma gas these n***as up, like a tank of propane They say we ain't strapped, they lied to ya They say Flip ain't from Cloverland, they lied to ya We got the mansion three kitchen, ain't lying brah Mayback reclining seats, 'case we get tired brah [Hook] [Z-Ro] Everytime I open my mouth, I'mma see talking sh** f** a rap n***a I slap n***as, it's best you keep on walking b**h I represent the Southside, of Screwston Texas Got my name spinning in yellow diamonds, right up under my Rap-A-Lot necklace But f** some shine brah, I'll loosen your tooth Better get wet ya with my tech weapon, and swoop in the coupe Cause I'm a gangsta my n***a, coming from the left side Equipped with a pistol grip, that will open your chest wide I'm the King of the Ghetto, I gave myself that name Ain't nobody help me get rich, I made myself that change Talking bout charging me twenty thousand dollars, to spit a verse b**h I'm a legend read about me, f** it come and see about me Right now I'm barring eleven n***as, and seven record labels You can jump your narrow a** in line, and straight up get strangled Z-Ro the Crooked, the gangsta of the Screwed Up Click f** all that ear boxing, go 'head and lace ya shoes up b**h [Hook] [Point Blank] Watch your mouth now, cause what you say can bring d**h One day you gon say some sh**, a n***a can't accept Point Blank the Bull, a big chip off the old block It ain't gotta be in Cloverland, to be a Clover Gee block Boy we run this sh**, Flip having fun with this sh** And you tripping, Blank how the f** you get a gun in this b**h When I see him ninety-nice, Southside gon be iight I know I might do some time, just shoot me a kite I write straight from the heart, so I shoot straight for the heart If Flip said f** T.I., then it's f** that mark Southsi' for li', till I flatline trick Talk a lot of sh**, but I can back mine b**h what's up [Hook] [Lil' Flip] Oh no, that n***a ain't scaring me Look I don't wanna hear about, your a** weighing ki's This lil' n***a ain't a threat, you a peon n***a Cause in my hood, I play the corner like Deon n***a Them n***as only f**ing with you, cause you pay em for beats And I saw that bullsh**, grill you got on your teeth My grill cost thirty G's, my ice cost fifteen Say you gained a lil' weight, if you drank some lean Hey, I got beef with a n***a that weigh eighty pounds He wear my bracelet in the pool, that n***a'd probably drown Big Oomp got my back, Pastor Troy got my back And you know, Ludacris got my f**ing back Asking bout my whole team, he know I roll with G's So why should I fear a man, that bleed like me Down in Texas, we ain't feeling you kid As far as record sales go, I'm k**ing you b**h [Hook] (*talking*) n***a, now how you gon try to charge Z-Ro Twenty grand, for a mo'f**ing verse n***a, that sh** ain't worth a god damn wing dinner b**h