paroles de chanson I Don't F-ck With You - G-Unit
Don′t
want
to
talk
to
ya
Don't
know
ya,
don′t
know
how
ya
know
my
name
I
got
a
reputation
of
police
chasing
Ya
bitch,
I
let
it
bang
Nigga
ya
keep
talkin',
I
keep
walking
Fuck
around
till
the
heat
talkin
It
is
yo
coffin
()
I
don't
fuck
with
you,
you
don′t
fuck
with
me!
Nigga,
talking
just
ain′t
my
cup
o'
tea
Don′t
wanna
shoot
the
shit,
I'm
a
shoot
the
bitch
Don′t
wanna
shoot
the
shit,
I'm
a
shoot
the
bitch
(1:
Kidd
Kidd)
I
don′t
fuck
with
ya,
and
ya
know
it,
show
it
Four
Deep
whips,
stolen,
rolling
Fo'
5,
I
tote
it,
blow
it
Leave
yo
head
split
open,
swollen
Now
it's
all
in
yo
noggin,
popping
Deuce,
deuce
in
my
pocket,
rocking
Break
it
down,
rock
it,
chop
it,
if
the
FEDs
come
knocking
Drop
it,
Man
they
plotting
on
my
drug
house
Man,
I
hope
they
don′t
run
in
befo
I
run
out
I′m
running
out,
I
don't
know
who
to
trust
now
No
dap,
hugs,
or
what′s
up's
now
I
don′t
fuck
round
with
the
fuck
round
Ya
see
me,
get
the
fuck
from
around
me
(2:
Young
Buck)
I
don't
talk,
texts
I
don′t
off
bets
I
don't
fuck
with
niggas
ain't
from
the
set
I′m
from
the
projects
Surprised
ya
ain′t
got
robbed
yet
I
really
don't
do
no
conversating,
no
call
waiting
I
know
y′all
hatin,
I'm
cool
wid
it
On
probation
with
no
patience
I
hop
out
and
act
a
fool
with
it,
fuck
who
diddit!
If
ya
with
it,
then
ya
get
it,
2 to
yo
fitted
I
don′t
fuck
with
none
of
y'all
anyway
Yo
funeral
could
be
any
day
Eva
since
I
said
send
the
Yay
Ya
fuck
niggas
been′
in
the
way
I'm
just
doing
what
50
say
Putting
a
hundred
rounds
in
the
k,
Buck!
()
I
don't
fuck
with
you,
you
don′t
fuck
with
me!
Nigga,
talking
just
ain′t
my
cup
o'
tea
Don′t
wanna
shoot
the
shit,
I'm
a
shoot
the
bitch
Don′t
wanna
shoot
the
shit,
I'm
a
shoot
the
bitch
(3:
50
Cent)
My
4-5,
I
grip
it,
grip
it!
Work
chef,
and
I′ll
whip
it,
whip
it
Four
days,
and
I'll
flip
it,
flip
it
Front
off
a
meal
ticket,
ticket
Hoes
want
to
come
kick
it,
kick
it
Heard
a
nigga
will
trick
it,
pick
it
Up
after
we
throw
it,
throw
it
Big
money,
we
blow
it
That
gangsta
shit,
we
did
it,
get
it
Still
do,
we
ain't
new
to
it
Boy,
I
ain′t
neva
gon′
tell
on
me
Ya
bitch
nigga,
bet
ya
do
Ya
talk
a
lot
Niggas
round
here
don't
say
much
Niggas
round
here
don′t
play
that
much
Soon
as
shit
pop,
they
blame
us
Cuz
the
money
ain't
neva
go′n'
change
us
(3:
Tony
Yayo)
A
lot
of
gun
talk
in
the
streets
But
real
recognize
real
beef
And
real
soldiers
get
the
mission
accomplished
Neva
slipping,
steady
gripping,
killing
fo
nonsense
Sideline
hating,
backbiting
haters
Catch
ya
in
yo
car
like
them
red-light
cameras
Green
light,
what?
Green
light,
woo
My
money
cuz
a
fucking
holocaust
I
green-light
ya
I
don′t
fuck
with
you,
you
don't
fuck
with
me!
Nigga,
talking
just
ain't
my
cup
o′
tea
Don′t
wanna
shoot
the
shit,
I'm
a
shoot
the
bitch
Don′t
wanna
shoot
the
shit,
I'm
a
shoot
the
bitch
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