Lil B - U Really Don't Wanna f** With Us lyrics

[Hook - 2x] You really, don't wanna f** with us n***a, we armed and we dangerous You really, don't wanna f** with us Playing them games, will get you hoes f**ed up [Dougie D] Knock knock on the motherf**ing door, n***a who is it It's Dougie, up in your motherf**ing ear so b**h listen Sick and tired of telling you b**hes, quit playing them games Me and my dog barking and grinding, and off of the chain Feel froggy then jump, b**h if you want to But this motherf**ing slug in this gauge, is going through you I ain't scared of you b**hes, I told you hoes already And I f** with a click of guerillas, that's all ready Ok any case, worst case come first Your head start to get big, your head get burst I'm a motherf**ing G, and lil' b**h I'm about that You don't wanna feel that 45, splitting your wig back Don't do 'em like that, get this gat if you wanna Come around these parts tripping, your people get disappointed Feel sorry for your mother, now that the drama end Bulls gon learn by f**ing around, with these grown a** men [Hook - 2x] [Lil B] You can't f** with us, we do 'em doing dangerous It's a must I bust, and leave haters in the dust You can call a n***a danger, keeping one in the chamber Busting at any n***a, running up I think a stranger Me and my n***a Doug, we be ready for war You know who we are, Slow Loud And Bangin' slug in your car I'm sick and tired of playing games, with b**hes and hoes These n***as and foes, time to start kicking in do's You get your wig split quick, talking sh** bout South Klique Lil B still that n***a, you hoes can't f** with In the booth or in the streets, I'm bringing you heat Like 4-4's and calicoes, you n***as is weak, you can't f** with us [Lil Sha] Trick a** buster, we ain't scrapping That's like P.O.'s dealing with the dead, it ain't happening I'm gon make you hoes, disappear this year Soon as I pop the top, on this beer Put the light to the sweet, co*k back the heat Make a n***a turn the other side, of his cheek Talk is cheap, so n***as gon give out a lot I pull out the AK, and clear out the whole block n***as running like Emmit Smith, Trae's Glock the gift Load it up so fast, and bust so swift C-Walking, G talking with a extra clip Let another motherf**er, be the next to trip b**h [Hook - 2x] [Mr. 3-2] Ride dirty and packed, big heat Square up with boys, and slap out n***as teeth Breaking up concrete, when I stomp down Mr. 3-2, I'm the Boss of H-Town Don't make me clown, and act a god damn fool Letting n***as have it, with the 4-5 tool Baby I'm old school, I'll pop the trunk Let n***as have it, and k** me some punks Just let somebody jump, or step out of line I'ma click-clack co*k it back, now you flat line Smash and stomp down, with that boy Dougie D Taking no sh**, b**h it's S.U.C [Hook - 2x] (*talking*) Hoe a** boy, I'll put you on your back pocket Can't get up, b**h a** n***a Know I'm tal'n bout, know I'm saying Little fool little martian, I slap n***as into another dimension And it's for real, all the time live and direct f**ing with a big n***a like me, heavyweighting Smashing and stomping down, breaking up concrete When I walk round this b**h, know I'm tal'n bout