Crooked I - Fuc-Wid-Us lyrics

Ya really don't Wanna f** Wit Us and that's whats up We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what Ya really don't Wanna Clash With Us Ya really don't want our gats to bust Too all my gangstas grab your straps off the shelf n***az is murderin in them streets, please protect yourslf Listen! These n***az out here talking about me every day But if they come at me Ima have to blow them n***az away (BLAAAOW) Tuck in your gat, n***a you ain't thuggin, your nuthin but rats Stuck in trap, n***a run up get a slug in your back k**in you n***az over oil like President Bush The shern oil jacked the sh** hit the ghetto and push One, Two, Three, f** with us and you'll be R.I.P So if ya don't want ya heartbeat to stop Then walk away before my gun pop Leave me alone, pack chrome, gat long, back no, cat go, leave a n***az back blown, Soon as he act grown n***a my gat crack bones, Cats won't last long singin ya last song, A n***a wont even make it back home Ya really don't wanna f** with us and that's whats up We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what Ya really don't Wanna Clash With Us Ya really don't want our gats to bust Up against the West Coast n***a that squeezed the most triggas And f**ed the most b**hes and touched the most riches The four is on switches, the Benzes is so vicious We stay ghetto for life...MY n***a Crooked Ain't Real? You Confusing me my n***a How you double cross me? You used to be my n***a n***az cry rivers, soon as we fly triggas, Five hit you, that's how lead poison travel inside livers Tie you to a bumper, drag you by your adam's apple And laugh as your skin unravels as you travel across gravel So Why You Wanna f** Wit Me? I keep a Ak, a P-90 and Desert E I pop up quick, Be where you thought I never Be from outta nowhere I giver your Coogi sweater three