Tweedy Bird Loc - Yall Can't Fucc With Us lyrics

[Verse 1: Fo' Clips] It's that n***a Fo' Clips and I'm strapped with a Mac-10 Old B.G. from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N Oh it's a must that I talk on it Cause we got wanna-be Gs, From the C-P-T Like that b**h a** n***a Eazy-E Come into my hood, wanna shoot a video But what about yo' dead homies funeral You ain't attend So I recommend we dismiss yo' a** up out of Compton I choose to deal in this city And my homies got love cause I feel no pity So don't claim no mo' Fo' Clips will break you off with that Tre-A-Double O I guess it's kind of easy claiming this city so far away Can't come take a drink with the homies As I bail through this city With a rep like Frank Nitti Not giving a f** Cause y'all n***as can't f** with us [Hook: Tweedy Bird Loc] Can these n***as f** with us? "Hell naw, cause they too soft" Why they want to be like us? "I don't know and I don't give a f**" [Verse 2: RedRum 781 & Lil' Stretch] Well it's about that time, to put ya' mic on the shelf Eazy E AKA the hip hop Keebler Elf You ain't a Compton Crip so how the f** you gon' diss? MC Ren swing and miss with that same old sh** Don't come around the hood if you ain't wanted Don't try to flaunt it You show off and get that a** broke off Take a loft, we all know that you ain't hard You can't stroll through the park without your body guard "Lord have mercy. Are you gunna' hurt E?" Before I pen that a**, and give him a permanent Murphy Ain't worthy so back on up And let Inglewood stack on up To tell you the truth, I don't really think you understand Becoming a show but then about to be mitted in quicksand Damn, you get up quick and you straight up stuck We living dangerous and you can't f** with us [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Bun] I'm coming out strong, hard like steel Dissing motherf**a's with the basis I feel Guilty, of the city you disowned So bend over Ren cause it's time to bone, n***a Now here's a Shock of the Hour With ya' scary punk a** and them bean pots is sour It's the same old sh**, everyday and every night And you getting f**ed up so watch your back that's right "So pa** the clip" and watch me spray that a** "Pa** the clip" and watch me lay that a** No hope, you f**ing joke, you can't cope with a n***a that's real with words So motha' f** you Ren and f** what you heard Don't panic don't panic, keep Atlantic out your mouth Jocking n***as over shoot the videos of South Side Uzi's, the nine, the a** is mine And Eazy-E, you don' f**ed up too f**ing over Pat, and Jemi foo' Give up the money, the cash, and the bills Before you wind up dead and n***a that's real A-D, see what I mean? Big Bun and Tweedy Loc, in your 'worsest' dream Rolling, Controlling, tall like a tow-truck Dealing out dope and I don't mean crack Cause I get up at a high, and watching my back It's a must, Dangerous Records mothaf**a' Y'all can't f** with us! [Hook] [Verse 4: Tweedy Bird Loc] Yeah Eazy E, not only do you want it But a real G about to put yo' a** up on it b**h, coming with that whack bullsh** Thats why Priority dropped yo' a** like a brick Trip, to shoot your video you 'criped' in the park Better get yo' sh** and escape, before it gets dark 'Youz' a mark, sawed off at the knees Freeze, say please and I might let you leave With the 3, that a** will be beat Can't drive your "Benzo" without your little car seat So speak, if you got something on your mind Running out of time, walking on a chalk line I'm about to turn Lorenzo into a Lauretta Put ya' SuperSoaker up against my 9 Beretta Double header hitin' two with one stone Tweety Bird shot the Putty Cat now hes dead and gone [Hook 2x] [Outro: Tweedy Bird Loc] Yeah MC Ren you punk a** mutherf**a' Tweedy Bird Loc coming at yo' a** with a 9-4 n***a You can claim to be a m**m all you like n***a But you ain't gon' throw a rock in a racial fight, b**h Can't bust a grape with razor blade shoes, punk Yeah n***a, you'd rather jerk off with a grizzly bear than to f** with me, b**h