Z-ro - Phuq With Me lyrics

(f** with me), if you ready to leave earth I'll get your flight arrangement together, just let me squeeze first (f** with me), I was your punching bag homie Now that I put on the gloves, I'm k**ing ya'll with just a bunch of jabs homie (f** with me), no need for power punches to your face If I bring it from the shoulders, I might catch a murder case (f** with me), and I'ma get back at ya real quick It won't be a hit song, it's gon' be a real hit It was six hundred ways to die, and I chose em all So when I retaliate, all of my foes gon' fall Since they be running when they see me, I murder them on my cd Otherwise, I receive a new spin number from TDC And I know, I'm 'spose to hold what I got But I'm a a** whipping waiting to happen, whether they know it or not So don't bother me, let me lay back in my luxury Cause the quickest way to the grave, is when you f** with me (f** with me), and you won't f** with nobody no mo' I'm the last dragon like Bruce Leroy, cause I got the glow (f** with me), the way you did it way back then And there I am with a mack 10, out of a Maybach Benz (f** with me), and I'ma let my temperature rise I'm down with Hoover, you know you don't wanna f** with them guys (f** with me), and witness the meaning of set tripping Cause you can be from my set, and end up with your chest missing Think I'm playing or something, or just trying to write a rap Never leave home without it, even in church I got my strap Not trying to promote the violence, I'd rather promote the peace But for me to keep living, somebody might have to D-I-E I wanna make it to heaven, when the world is at it's end But I been so evil, I wonder if Jesus gon' let me in If I don't make it, I'm going where them busters be For not turning the other cheek, when they f**ed with me (f** with me), cause I'm way more gangsta than I was I been selling records for ten, but I'm finally getting my buzz When you f** with me, you f**ing with the top of the line Whether gang banging or rapping, I just made it to my prime (f** with me), and learn a hard lesson from it Them nuts you was dragging behind you, bout to swallow up in your stomach (f** with me), and you know you going down alright I won't procrastinate at all, you going down tonight Z-Ro the murder king God prolly took the vision from one of my eyes, so I only see half of the murder scene Trying to save ya'll from me, cause so many days ya'll dummy But the ones that follow my one deep lifestyle, God made ya'll from me I'm a celebrity but I ain't fake, I'm still real I woulda shot you when I was poor, and I promise I still will (f** with me), and it's like my n***a C-Nile said Obituaries gon' get read, I got a price on your head huh