Gangsta Boo - Don't Stand So Close '2001' lyrics

(Chorus 8X) Don't stand, don't stand so close to me (Verse 1: Gangsta Boo) Rip you b**hes mugs off Lookin at me fire hot Rollin wit my brother E Take me to your stash spot Queen of Memphis reppin Crazy lady steppin Comin wit tha automatic chrome tone weapon n***a yah you know the biz What you in my face for Add teeth gold bracelet wit tha f**in bezzle Cruisin wit tha limo Tint on my window Pop a half X Now I'm ready to get felt on On my way to New York Get the latest fashion Head on back to Memphis Hit the Pure Pa**ion Shake it shake your a** b**h Sexy fine thang you Mad hoes always got something about the Gangsta Boo Catch me at the Grammy's Wit a blunt, runnin sh** f** you sissy b**hes Ya'll can't f** wit me, I'm runnin sh** Everybody know All my n***az do just what I say Nowhere close to me Check the f**in resume (Repeat Chorus 8X) (Verse 2: Lord Infamous) Don't stand much closer I can't focus On the snow????????????? This automatic Start to splattin Cappin, f** the police My millimeter Like my peter Keep em rippin apart Evaporate em On this caper Sissy boy wit no heart A lot of punks They talk that junk Up on that f** the Scarecrow I'm super cool You act a fool You coward you gotta go I'm mega?????? super pimp ?????????? to the grave But if I'm trippin off that hay That be the end of the day (Verse 3: Crunchy Blac) Don't stand so motha f**in close to me If you stand too close you get the elbow G Go on young n***a Tryna start some sh** If you start some sh** n***a this what you get I'm a rock and roll I'm a lock and unload I'm a lay your weak a** down on the floor In this gotdamn club Cause i told you bro Don't stand so motha f**in close to me (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 4: Juicy J) Let me be me Let you be you Let me smoke my weed You can do what you do If I'm ridin in the Bentley Don't be mad at me Your baby momma Wanna holla Know she glad to see A cla**y playa from the North Wit a bag of good Fifth of hen Pint of gin Rollin through the hood If i seem a little hot I can't help myself You betta catch up witcho kind And f** wit somebody else (Verse 5: DJ Paul) Now I'm a lock you in the f**in trunk While i hit the f**in funk Now I'm goin crazy boy All i see is blood boy Shoot you in the f**in arm Pop you in the f**in leg Sit back Sip syrup And watch your snitchin a** beg, b**h Stay away from Lil Craig Claimin you his friend hoe All up in my brother's face Knowin you wanna be him hoe n***az don't f** wit you n***az tryna k** you Everybody know you the police So we gon peel you The real don't feel you (Scratching till end) Don't stand, don't stand so close to me