Koopsta Knicca - They Don't Wanna Fight lyrics

[Intro] 4x But these b**hes don't like me They wanna get just like me But they don't wanna fight me [Verse 1] When I was up in jail, hated by many n***as Maybe cause I f**ed they b**hes This rap gon' hurt they feelings! They always talkin' 'bout k**in', what's goin' on in the game Who tryin' to flip they (?), I'm talkin' 'bout money mane Must won a one-on-one, thirtyone and lost none Hoe why these b**hes quick to jump to get they head bump Soon I be out the door, probation, not parole (?) can stop this pro, motherf**er ya ain't know? Soon I be in the b**h, they sprung on masturbation They hoe gon' have my baby with all the time they facin' But I'm gon' take a breath, sit back and let it go Soon I be on the roll, blowin' kush with pretty hoes [Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp samples] Crash through your crowd, throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws k**ers that down with the homicide drive-by On (?) the streets we dwellin' on [Verse 2] I been on Jimmy Jones, hoe from them wicked (?) Wild shows across the stage, 8000 dollar plays Outdated 'cross the water, you came to neverlands Smoked out in Amsterdam, (?) miss my biggest fans I been (?), nominated for awards The nation can't avoid this "Tear da Club up" boy They hate cause they ain't sh** and my whole click is rich All my b**hes thick while they be havin' fits Got diamonds on my neck, Rolexes on my wrist And that mane you can bet I'm cashin' royalty checks The pit is still in me, and still poppin' bottles Sippin' on purple lean, my girl's a super model If you don't like this show go and tell it to yo hoe ... [Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp samples] Crash through your crowd, throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws k**ers that down with the homicide drive-by On (?) the streets we dwellin' on