Crooked I - Fuc-Wid-Us lyrics

Ya really don't Wanna FuckWit Us and that's whats up

We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what

Ya really don't Wanna Clash With Us

Ya really don't want our gats to bust

Too all my gangstas grab your straps off the shelf

Niggaz is murderin in them streets, please protect yourslf

Listen! These Niggaz out here talking about me every day

But if they come at me Ima have to blow them Niggaz away (BLAAAOW)

Tuck in your gat, Nigga you ain't thuggin, your nuthin but rats

Stuck in trap, Nigga run up get a slug in your back

Killin you Niggaz over oil like President Bush

The shern oil jacked the shit hit the ghetto and push

One, Two, Three, Fuck with us and you'll be R.I.P

So if ya don't want ya heartbeat to stop

Then walk away before my gun pop

Leave me alone, pack chrome, gat long, back no, cat go, leave a Niggaz back

blown, Soon as he act grown

Nigga my gat crack bones, Cats won't last long singin ya last song, A Nigga

wont even make it back home

Ya really don't wanna fuck with us and that's whats up

We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what

Ya really don't Wanna Clash With Us

Ya really don't want our gats to bust

Up against the West Coast Nigga that squeezed the most triggas

And Fucked the most Bitches and touched the most riches

The four is on switches, the Benzes is so vicious

We stay ghetto for life...MY Nigga

Crooked Ain't Real? You Confusing me my Nigga

How you double cross me? You used to be my Nigga

Niggaz cry rivers, soon as we fly triggas, Five hit you, that's how lead

poison travel inside livers

Tie you to a bumper, drag you by your adam's apple

And laugh as your skin unravels as you travel across gravel

So Why You Wanna Fuck Wit Me? I keep a Ak, a P-90 and Desert E

I pop up quick, Be where you thought I never Be

from outta nowhere I giver your Coogi sweater three