QDIII - Watch Ya Mouth lyrics

[Intro: Makaveli] Let this be my motherf**in' reply to that little b**h [?] (Make sure you bring it 'Pac) Around the way type sh** (Yo 'Pac do that sh** Westside style) All them little hidden words in your raps All them mixtapes y'all droppin' Make sure you bring it Trying to get with me Bring it live n***a worldwide feel it! (Don't forget to talk) [Verse 1] You heard it wrong n***a Ain't nothing sweet about my techniques You checking for my breathless quotes I wrote deadly My history so thoroughly involves destruction n***as left with their a** bleeding, lyrical f**ing (wooahh) Open up, first to bust, let me see your heart Turn the lights down cause I might clown in the dark When I check for the Heartz of Men what do we find? n***as watching for my pockets, planning plots on mine Am I blind Let my rhymes speak for me in history A legend you define me Don Makaveli b**h bow down to d**h Row f** what you say we untouchable Now that we done shook Doc Dre He ain't made a beat in six years, swear he the sh** Won't get no record sales s**ing Nas' dick Let me get my preach on n***a drop the beat, I get my freak on The wrong one for you to speak on Motherf**er watch your mouth [Hook] Come on, come on Live like this n***a Come on, come on Silly n***a Watch ya mouth Stick and move Stick and move Bring the muthaf**in hands Bring the heat Bring the funk Eh yo 'Pac swing on that trick n***a Let's do it [Verse 2] Look I heard Nas got beef cause I'm dissing his clique Cool(skinny n***a) come bring your a** n***a you can get dissed I'm worldwide steady war rapping Get your cash on n***a, five times platinum (how many you sold?) What's that De-La got a problem with this hard sh** Ever since "Me myself and I" y'all been garbage (you know I'm tellin the truth) I'ma keep it real, show you how it feels to ride Y'all went three feet and stopped rising (I ain't seen sh**) Wendy Williams is a fat b**h, that's the truth I got a jar full of n***as nuts(slurp, slurp), that's for you Let the Westside-Eastside drama cease I'll come alone to your own streets, Outlaw Prepare for panic when I unleash n***as is lucky if they leave here in one piece (watch your muthaf**in) Cream Puff never had no heart to start So how the hell Biggie Smalls get the part Watch your mouth [Hook] Don Makaveli Stick and move Stick and move k**uminati style, n***a Keep your muthaf**in hands up k**uminati style Yea, we gonna do this for awhile I got a lot of sh** You know how we do it k**uminati Let's do this n***a [Verse 3] What I bring to you is hardcore The very essence of my poetry Dyslexic so you backward a** n***as will know it's me The only G to bleed for the sh** I bring And swing hard on motherf**ers that's my thing Vocally I'm pure so you O.D. trying to throw me Don't get your life took trying to run with your homies Y'all know me, same n***a so quick to blast On this worldwide mash trying to get some cash Holla, my name and the game will follow Wait and I'll murder these snakes tomorrow Bunch of washed up jealous-a** punks though Quit bullsh**ting 'Pac, flip the funk mode Makaveli rise, all you n***as die when I come I'll do some fly sh** and be done They say 'Pac ain't got love for the Eastside You's a lying motherf**er, n***a we ride Watch your mouth [Outro] Love that sh**! I love that thug sh**! I wrote this for my n***as on the East side (I love that thug sh**) I wrote this for my n***as on the West side (how I love that thug sh**) I wrote this for my n***as on the East side (put your hands on it) I wrote this for my n***as on the West side (hands on ya heat) All my n***as in the north run, run with me (all the n***as in the streets) All my n***as in the north run, run with me (hands on ya heat) For my n***as down south now get with me For my n***as down south now get with me For my n***as on the east side, east side (fly, fly b**hes, out there) For my n***as on the west side, west side (fly, fly b**hes) For my n***as up north of course (fly, fly b**hes) For my n***as up north of course (fly if you out there) For my n***as down south no doubt (if you out there) For my n***as down south no doubt (the b**hes is bomb) For my n***as on the east side, east side (fly n***as, fly n***as) For my n***as on the west side, west side (fly n***as, getting by) For my n***as up north of course (fly b**hes, fly b**hes) For my n***as up north of course (fly and getting high) For my n***as down south no doubt For my n***as down south no doubt Come on My dream is to see real n***as and real b**hes Get to together and have real kids and have a real Life and get real money Come on, uh My problem: Fake n***as always Tryin' to interrupt the conversation Come on, uh The solution: Multiple guns, ammunition Come on, yea And game type mobsters What you'll find, always rough rugged and raw Come on, yea Outlaw. West side. d**h Row. Thug life Dre can't f** with this, uh Yea, you know my trial To live and die In L.A To live in and die in L.A They say Dre can't f** with this, heyyeyeyeyeye Uh, Dre can't f** with this, heyeheye Hahahahahahaa Yea n***a, the prodigal son Ya this might have been your muthaf**in record label When you was here, n***a When you see where you at, and you see where the f** I'm at, n***a Westside. d**hrow the Untouchable style, n***a I took your sh**, you b**h made n***a You up out of this sh**, n***a You got it erased n***a You know the muthaf**in history M.O.B. n***a, mob style We don't like your trick a** You up out of here, n***a By murder, or by hardcore styles It took hardcore styles for your a** to walk You walkin n***a You don't even come out in the morning Cuz you know what time it is Don't even front muthaf**a You think by getting with my enemy That will get you some love with my heart, n***a? fu*k YOU