DMG - I Don't Fuck You lyrics

I've been a victim of society they got me fucked in this hoe shit

Niggaz runnin up with M11's and some mo' shit

It seems to me, they wanna start somethin

But I'mma let this motherfuckin thang break em off somethin

My homie panicked cause he never thought it'd come to that

Mikki Mike singin em songs from these niggaz gats

I guess its like guerilla warfare

Now grab ya gat and load ya clip and go for death until ya make it fair

And if ya don't then grab ya nuts dude

Cause thats the only way these niggaz livin in the nine-duece

Mo murder by killins and slayin some shit

If thick on ya tool and find ya homie dead in a ditch

Damn, now the fuckin water's gettin hot

Homie after homie after homie's gettin shot

And niggaz are over lookin for joints to light

357 with them hollow point shells in the midnight

So check it, first I walk up on em like I know em

And then, I let my conversation start to hoe em

Cause yo, I never debates to wait, I handle my business

Cause niggaz always be fuckin shit up when tryin to handle they business

He's peepin out my missle as I stand straight

So now its time to make his ass like a crushed grape

Cause see I get stinked when I flex

And for the motherfuckin hole in ya fuckin chest

I told ya once I love the midnight

A gun fight, a night to take a motherfuckers life

Yeah, right now you're fuckin with some bad shit

But I'll be damned if I let another nigga take my shit

Consider, use your common sense punk

Cause they be blazin these niggaz until they bodies stank like a skunk

You see I'm down to cause commotion

I pull my gat and make ya ashious nigga perspire lotion

Its all about comin up G

But I don't fuck you, if you don't try ta fuck me

Tryin ta fuck me

Its part 2 of this hoe shit, motherfuckers still runnin up

Scope em out, squeeze the trigger, now ya got another dead nigga

But that ain't shit to these hood niggaz

These motherfuckers in St. Paul live by pullin the trigger

They came to fuck you in a split sec

Buck a nigga quick, I'm speakin on this shit that I know best

But nigga stressed over crack fiends

I set him up and took his money now the jack is out sellin keys

Tryin to make his come up

Breakin niggaz off phat, but gettin shoved off his product

So now he's lookin for another gank

But the nigga brought his gat so thats another fiend in the paint

Steady stackin up nines

But homies doin good cause when he started he was stressed stepped

And now he's livin on the uprise

Smokin that pia-shit sesame and drinkin insane eyes

All the fiends love to hit him with a dove

For what, cause when he breaks em off, he breaks em off love

You better believe, you better believe he's breakin

And all of his dough was comin in quick and niggaz was steadin sankin

I ain't sayin takin niggaz lives is worth a rock

But what I'm sayin is this nigga'z sewin up shop

Homies straight rollin

Bought himself a new fuckin Beamer, but now the cops say its stolen

He put his Beamer up and bought a Benz

Stupid ass nigga, cause now they wanna know where ya got ya ends

Ya played yaself like a hoe

You went in bought some hoe shit, and now ya stuck in some hoe shit

I hooked you up in the first place

But then you fronted to pay me back nigga front on this dope case

Yo where ya get the money at?

They wanna know but you won't tell em you been slangin all that fuckin crack

Well I'mma pay that nigga to fuck your ass

Hell yeah, I'm plottin on yo dick in a booty ass

Nigga got fucked tryin ta fuck me

Cause you can't fuck the king of fuckin motherfuckers G

I put em out like a chess piece

You don't believe me, well bring ya nuts nigga, come try ta test me

And I'mma bring ya heat from the streets

And do my best to leave ya fucked on the concrete

I'm breakin niggaz off G

But I don't fuck you if you don't try ta fuck me