Lil Jack - Fuk U Mean lyrics

[Hook: T-Rock sample] 2x f** with me, lil hoe, it's over, I fold ya like packages Pop the steel and disappear like Copperfield; a magic trick My soldiers f** with savages, master flippin' bag of bricks Havoc is the ... buried under carca**es [Verse 1: Lil Jack] ... b**hes tryin' to bird-feed the robbers Just came out from the pen, I don't really need no problems n***a can't go gold, but he say he countin' numbers So he can count the shots from this 100 round drummer Get the sh** poppin' for this b**h whoppin' (?) boxin' p**y play them games with yo b**h partner Playin' bad boy you get big (?) Full of c**aina, co*kin' two choppers I'll 2pac ya - Who shot ya? I just took a pound from the loud man I ain't f**ed up 'bout no sound scans Weak n***as testify Soon as the murderer call f**in' studio gangsters I got West Memphis n***as in Atlanta k** ya, drop yo body off in some (?) Anna got 'em shakin', n***a you a hater Drop you in the trunk, hoes do the (?) k** you for the papers, y'all still on papers Smoke you like some papers, you gon' make the paper Money make (?) betray ya But you know that I had yo mama raise ya I know yo family so disappointed Don't ruin yo life, this is not what you wanted Come down and start frontin' Take a look in the mirror, now take off that suit You need a minute fan, you a family man Stop rappin' 'bout sh** you don't do f** you mean [Hook: T-Rock sample] 2x [Verse 2: Lil Jack] You ever seen a n***a bleed from his eyes? Plead for his life then he scream til he dies Blunt force trauma, bullet holes in his chest Third degree burns on his arms and his neck, YES! Ya ain't got no gun in them tight a** pants I still spray a n***a like the Jheri Curl With a old n***a with a Jheri Curl You ain't from the hood, you just like to flauge You a school boy you could need (?) You wrote a rap and now you think you hard You never wrote some bars from behind some bars ... fightin' this murder charge Uncle shoot him, just lost his mind A (?) told me that I crossed the line n***as still hatin', n***as droppin' dimes Where you from these n***as dissin' each other Throwin' up made up gang signs Where I'm from these n***as splittin' each other Look, you done f**ed around And have a real n***a doin' life without You the type of rapper like to rap about Type of sh** that you can lose yo life about ... drop ... You better watch yo back or you watch yo mouth Full of c**aina I'll stalk you out And send them Manson n***as right in yo house [Hook: T-Rock sample] 2x