Various Artists - Don't Mess Around lyrics

(Fiend talking) My Lord, I'm in a bad situation again First forgive me for my sins Past, present, and future I ain't eat in a couple days All I'm trying to tell you Is this here, I see a oppurtunity to eat It's them n***as sleeping across the street And I'm go get em'(gun shots) I was a reject on the ghetto blocks In the end thangs trend thangs servin out them rocks(baby) Quanties but I know nobody In this contest I got to hold somebody Got a gun name Scottie And he bout to put his beam on him I wanna if he know I'm bout to put that gangsta lean on him(bzzzz) Thinkin' to myself it's only for the worst if I miss him When I'm cappin' none of you take it personal Bustin' got me stuck, (damn) All I see is brains b**h 2 more got to go and I got the aim still(gunshots) Don't blame this I said you was go bleed when I greed It was a matter of time before my mind it find speed Proceed with 2 slaves damn open it up like Keize Soza Broke it off to a J' everyday For all the pay My beretta say a better day And I believe that n***a Money go make souls leave that n***a Chorus x2 You see I don't f** around I don't even have to say Cause all the G's around my way Know that I don't play (n***a) My mind already made that FIEND callin' the shots (I'm callin the shots) My nine already engrave we got the ride that's hot(horn honking) It done got to hot in my neighborhood So I'm a chill minute and make the flavor good It's understood That this n***a got to eat(I'm hungry) So I'm a handle my bussiness on these triflin' streets My rifle keeps My mind at ease at all times Along with a blunt helps commit all crimes My style brangin' the whole, put me into crack My paper stack Even though I did erase the black(so what) Picture that A survivor takin' and robbin' for his I want to guide the surviving kids After me Next I done bought me some plastic Glocks And teach my lil homies how to sell and bag these rocks I'm a beast some say I'm just like Gotti Mainataining my respect with my A-k shottie Don't know karate But I got some hands of steel (slap slap didn't I tell ya bout playin huh) But baby in these streets it's k** or be k**ed Murderous sk**s Ready to do what I gotta Keys for 1-3 so I got a lot on the collar(come hollar at the collar) Herion and powder This sh** go keep me in power I want money as my mattress and take moet showers Drug deals go sour That's why my gat on the side So want ya come test the mother f**in' baddest alive Chorus x2 I ain't to be f**ing with I'm a Jones n***a Born to get it on for the throne The dirt I did got me named Capone Blowin' homes In revenge, for my partners and kins Murdered many men Some personal but mostly for ends My sins Be forgotten, survivors actin rotten With the c**aine crockin' I got the champange poppin' Plottin up stragetted warfares For my heirs, n***a I don't care For that ? got me scared Somewhere n***as made it home With there loss souls Heads I done toss those Left in the crossroads(handle that) The yard full with mother f**ers who died in the game But a car full of n***as died crying my name Releasing pain like Charde But in my way(my way) Split a blunt on the highway(highway) Cause it was my say(my say) I died that day but GOD told me finish my task Hit the hash, grab all the guns and cash And dash Chorus till end