Ya Really Don’t

Lyrics

[Intro] Woo, woo Ya really don't Ya really don't wanna fuck with us Ya really don't Yeah Ya really don't Say Hi To The Bad Guy, Dysfunktional Family, let's go Ya really don't wanna fuck with us and that's what's up We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what Ya really don't Nah, nigga Want to clash with us Ya really don't Want to fuck around Want our gats to bust Ya really don't wanna fuck with us and that's what's up We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what Bang bang nigga Ya really don't Want to mash with us Ya really don't Want our gats to bust [Verse 1] To all my gangstas, grab your straps off the shelf Niggas is murderin in them streets please protect ya self Listen These niggas out here talkin' about me everyday But if they come at me I'ma have to blow them niggas away, blaow! Tuck in you gat nigga, you ain't thuggin You nothing but rats Stuck in the trap Nigga, run up, get a slug in your back Killin' you niggas over oil like President Bush That sherm oil, jacked the shit, hit the ghetto and pushed 1-2-3 Fuck with us and you'll be R-I-P So if you don't want you heartbeat to stop Then walk away before my gun pop Leave me alone Pack chrome, gat long That known cat gone Leave a niggas back blown Soon as he act grown Nigga my gat crack bones Cats won't last long Singing your last song A nigga won't even make it back home [Chorus] 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 Ya really don't wanna fuck with us and that's what's up We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what Bang bang nigga Ya really don't Want to mash with us Ya really don't Want our gats to bust [Verse 2] Up against the West Coast nigga That squeeze the most triggers And fuck the most bitches And touched the most riches The 4's are on switches The Benz's so vicious We stay ghetto for life, my nigga Crooked ain't real? You confusin' me, my nigga How you double-cross me, you used to be my nigga Niggas cry rivers, soon as we fly triggers 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'd you wanna fuck with me I keep a AK, a P90 and Desert E I pop up quickly where you'd never thought I'd be From outta nowhere, give your Coogi sweater, three Mahfucka [Outro] See you niggas really don't understand what we doin' at Death Row We trying to organize them gangsta hits to flood the industry with And if you with that shit then cop everything with the Death Row logo on it Darren Vegas Crooked I Woo Yeah Close the door on his ass