Z-ro - Tussle lyrics

[Hook x2] I'ma do somethin' bad to ya, cuz you a motherf**in' ho If I see you at the club in the middle of the flo' I'ma tussle, I'ma tussle We gon' tussle, we gon' tussle We gon' tussle better hope ya got ya n***as with ya [Z-Ro] Motherf**er better clear a path, I feel the wrath Cuz Tuck and Ro gon' burn ya scalp Ho n***a tried to give me doubt But I keep them snakes like a witches crown It's about that time, respect my mind, I'm one of a kind Been eyein' dime, f** a dime These jabs flyin' who threw 'em, mine We gon' keep it crunk, pull out a pump knock out his fronts n***a my whole team drunk waitin' for the rest of ya crew goin' numb I'm gon' drop a b**h, secuirty ain't stoppin' this Real n***as get compliments, I'll drop a rhinoceros See we all about pain, you n***as is lame, we head of the game All my troopers are trained, we searchin' for chains, you hatin' on fame Some of these ugly a** girls in here think they too fly to say what's up to a n***a I want you to look at that ho an say fu*k YOU (fu*k YOU) fu*k YOU (fu*k YOU) fu*k YOU (fu*k YOU) fu*k YOU (fu*k YOU) Now gut that b**h (GUT THAT b*tch) GUT THAT b*tch (GUT THAT b*tch) GUT THAT b*tch (GUT THAT b*tch) GUT THAT b*tch (GUT THAT b*tch) [Hook x2] [Tum-Tum] Uh huh, hold up purple one let oh Tum invade the cut And lean on a n***a like the drank up in my cup Everybody make room I'm bout to cave his chest in And make his eye swell up to where his edge up begin Tum a sh** starter, Tum always to blame I ain't never played sports therefore I don't play games Better ask these dudes I will rock a n***a a** And if yo chick pop off I'ma slap her monkey a** Straight gangsta-gangstafied that's how we do it in the dirty Hit a weenie n***a with a combination flurry Left, right, right, left over hand hitter-quitter Make room in this b**h when DSR enter I'm headed straight to the bar to get a bottle bub After that hit V.I.P. and fire up some d** Tell drubs they didn't pay the deposit they ain't goin' up Rappin' is tailored for us, shorty the game I'm sewin' up Tum-Tum and San T, southside and the three Puttin' it down from Tate house all the way to Mississippi All the gangstas in the place, all the hustlers in the place All the thugs in the place put ya hood in his face I ain't scared of no n***a, I ain't scared of no b**h I don't part no squad and I ain't afraid of no click It's a million dollar man I get it poppin' in this b**h Better watch what you say before shells I drop around this b**h, straight [Hook x2] [Big Tuck] I'ma skirt around the club till I see this n***a here I'ma rush the b**h n***a hit his head with a beer I ain't playin' neither, I ain't playin' neither I'ma swing till there's blood on my wife beater Put ya dukes up, put ya dukes up You don't want Tuck's hook, jab, uppercut Put ya dukes up, put ya dukes up I'm bad news fixin' tear the f**in' club up f** security n***a, f** security n***a I'm fixin' fire up this Sweet I'ma lure 'em to me f** security n***a, f** security n***a I'm fixin' fire up this Sweet I'ma lure 'em to me Put ya hood in his face, put ya hood in his face If it ain't your's put his a** in his place You don't want it with me, you don't want it with me You don't want it with me, you don't want it with me [Hook x2]