Beelow - Can't f** Wit Me lyrics

Thug Addict: I get down to low down and dirty Filthy if we're buried Old nasty a** Like they don't bath the a**, n***as How the f** you think a b**h, n***a steal the green off gra** Like I steal the stank off sh** I'm a lyrical lunatic, paper stacked like bricks I'm so cold I put a hole in the bottomless pit Spit rounds like a shoe shine, like Luke from 2 Live I'ma pop it like firecrakers on the fourth of July Hey now, what the f** is said now Boy now, you got to slow ya roll ha f**, f** 'em f** 'em, f** 'em, I don't trust 'em Go head on, what's wrong, I ain't gon' do you nothin' You talkin' that sh** about who ya wit' But I'm on some old Gangstafide, Soldierfide, Shaka Zulu sh** Exellent, terrific and fantastic I'm a lyrical flyin' trapeese with gymnastics with the tradgics But you find your muthaf**in' mind like it was on that acid I'm fire, found somewhere round the jumbalia This city be mine muthaf**az wanna f** wit' a n***a that roll like Truckers Hit like bra** knuckles then burn like rubber Bust 'em down wit a double like it ain't no trouble Watch 'em drinkin' drama tryin' to rumble wit' the n***a that rap like an Anacinda Runnin' through this b**h like Ernest Bonner Hot like lava, bout to let the whole thing burn on fire Chorus 1: 2x (Repeated with Chorus) Ya'll n***as can't f** wit' me (Ya'll n***as can't f** wit' me) Better get ya M-1s and your artillery (Ya'll n***as can't f** wit' me, wha) Ya'll n***as can't f** wit' me (Ya'll n***as can't f** wit' me) You f** wit' me and there's gonna be some f**in' casualties (Ya'll n***as can't f** wit' me, wha) Beelow: Watch 'em pull that trigger back, co*k it, pop it, and watch me roll I'm flexin' on these tracks like I was a dancer on solid gold You thought it was some real sh** partner now it's time to get down Now you can hide if you want to but I'ma start bustin' some rounds Got n***as tippin' and tappin', oh yeah they watchin' they back We some real a** ballers not some gangstas on crack Get it how we live, thuggin' muggin' and plugin' yo' hoes Windows rolled up tight gettin' gone on them mo's Call him paranoid the way I catch them eyes on my face Heart beatin' at a rapid pace when I walk up in the place And ain't no way I'ma let these ussy n***as k** me, steal me I know you real n***as feel me I roll with gangsta muthf**az that'll bust wit' me Unload some slugs wit' me, mess up all these thugs wit' me They still got love for me, and gives it up for me It ain't a n***a in the game that could f** wit' me Chorus 2: 2x (Repeated with Chorus) (You can't f** wit' me) (You can't f** wit' me, n***a) Ya'll n***as can't f** wit' me Better get ya M-1s and your artillery (You can't f** wit' me) (You can't f** wit' me) (ou can't f** wit' me, n***a Ya'll n***as can't f** wit' me You f** wit' me and there's gonna be some f**in' casualties (You can't f** wit' me) Beelow: You comin' at some brave muthaf**az and ballers for life I'm rollin wit' nothin' but n***as who put in down we ain't nothin' nice n***as payed to rap, payed to muthaf** wit' the mic n***as come in here and say, "Goddamn that sh** sound tight" Takin' the industry by storm all you see in the spark n***as shine so hard that we glow in the dark n***a we on aother level comin' hard from the start Got ya shakin' in ya boots and got ya grabbin' your heart Ain't no need for runnin' now cause we layin' it down Got the game sewed up our bullets sprayin' 'em down But we the brothers, you just can't f** with us, this the sh** that make n***as go off Better get the brigade for the verbal a**a**in cause he bound to go off Somebody say slow the f** down you comin' to quick Cause whether I'm rappin' fast or slow, I still be the sh** I'ma break it down for you pay attention to this Ya'll b**h a** n***as can't f** wit' my sh** Da Ganksta: n***a I be down and dirt strictly bout my 'phetamines To pushin' game to pullin' that iron and makin' muthf**az bleed Don't f** wit' me, behind my issue label me a k**a I'm pimpin' the game and bringin' th pain to make my pocket thicker n***a Respect mine, abide your self in that water I be comin' with slaughter, neighborhood, stalker n***a ain't no stopin' this sick feelin' Blood spillin' and seein' k**in' Drug dealin' and cap peelin' Slappin' n***as wit' that ammunition when I'm on a mission I'm drillin' these n***as Pumps and AR15's, and AK's, and .45's, and the Mack 11 we'll deal wit' these n***as Maintainin' my status while I'm cheapin' dozier When it's time to ride I'ma run through a n***a wit' my chrome soldier n***a you don't wanna buck wit' me Chorus 3: 2x (Repeated with chorus) Ya'll n***as can't f** wit' me (Ha, what the f**) Better get ya M-1s and your artillery (Ha, what the f** you gon' do n***a) Ya'll n***as can't f** wit' me (Ha, what the f**) You f** wit' me and there's gonna be some f**in' casualties (Ha, what the f** you gon' do n***a)