Mr. Pookie - Half Steppin' lyrics

(Big Chiefa) Hold ya tongue Cuz you might say something I might not like (Uhmm) And if you do Then you just might lose your life tonight (Don't say nothing n***a) My big brother told me Never let a n***a f** me (f** me) And if I don't He'll never let a n***a touch me (touch me) Don't say nothing If you really ain't about no answer (Hold ya tongue n***a) Cuz where I'm from We be bout it Them domes be smashin' (Domes be smashin') I'm from West Dallas Say bra I'm gon' holla that (I'm gon holla that) Lil' brotha Lucci and Mr. Pookie They got my back (Look they got my back) Ooh Wee You betta learn who you f**in' wit (what n***a) Say bra You betta hop off in some gangsta sh** (Lay it down) I'm talkin' bout Ski-maskes (They don't want none) And hollow tips (They don't want none) 4-4's, (Know ya role n***a) Choppaz wit extended clips Whoa now I don't think you want to f** wit that This ain't no movie Once you get k**ed ain't no comin' back (This ain't no movie) So if you ever get tha nerves to disrespect (Any ya'll) Disrespect tha Chiefa remember ya disrespectin' the West Chorus 2X (Big Chiefa) You n***as bet not come half steppin' Cuz we got somethin' that'll split cha And watch them hollow points eat cha up n***a What You can't touch me So I advise you n***as Don't try to f** me (Mr. Pookie) Now, I'm gon' tell you like this Betta be mo careful who you roll wit Cuz I got crook n***as You think you know schemin' up on yo sh** Talkin' all that ho lip I won't be leanin' when I confiscate Hit ya place Wit a bunch of Crook n***as while flashin' nickel plates I see you n***as half steppin' Plottin' schemin' watch me think it up Now all my mark Crook n***as squeeze and bust I leave ya crushed Caught em slippin' Sippin' on yellow tusk Swelled em up Cuz in this game Livin' is hell for us Can't let em be Turn tha tables He'll do tha same to me Takin' fleet And if you live Say boy ya best tah be Lucci please Calm me down 'for I let bullets free Shakin' leaves And in tha mist of this We takin' cheese I make em bleed Tell ya again boy if I have tah We comin' Ya runnin' I'ma send these hollow tips right at cha Feel tha wrath of three crook playaz From tha North and West we holdin' Keep on wit cha stuntin' Watch out for tha big ol' bouldaz we throwin' Chorus 2X (Mr. Lucci) Get up out my face Quit crowdin' my space Peepin' me from neck to waist Knowin' you fakaz Soft as cakaz Pushin' Lucci tah cop tha case Who in tha f** do you think I be? What in tha hell do you think you see? If it ain't treal then it ain't me Ain't nothin' but G'z about my streets That's all I know Clutchin' tha 4-4 And goin' toe foe toe Straight blow foe blow Makin' em bleed slow While us Crooks take control Me, P-O-O-K-I-E, and Chief Goin' on a rippin spree Triple deep Knockin' these ol' ho a** n***a right up off they feet As we speed em up And heat em up Hollows steadily eat em up The ones that's thinkin' it's free tah bump The ones that's shakin' his feet in tha trunk Talkin' all that nonsense f** around make me bomb b**h Unless you want tah see me strong arm sh** Keep thinkin' that I'm harmless I see em everyday Actin' like they born tah hate When I'm blowin' my cake What tha f** is goin' tah take Tah let these n***as know I wasn't born tah play From tha North of D It's Mista AKA Wig Splitta Showin' these half steppin' n***as I'm serious bout my issues Chorus 2X