Lyrics

[Hook] Who could fuck with me? Who could fuck with me? What you schmucks don't see I'm a fucking G Who could fuck with me? It's a couple ki's when I come to re where the hustlers be Who could fuck with me? [Verse 1] Who could fuck with me? Who could fuck with me? You could fuck with me? What, you puff some D or you stuck on E? Who the fuck you be? You get dumped for free in the garbage bag When I spark and blast I could call your ass Pinocchio When I carve your ass with the Harlem swag Every rhyme is piff, line-for-line I'm sick Never mind my wrist, or my shines they gliss You don't shine like this or rhyme like this, in designer fits Them designs you pick, they come to me for designer tips I'm beyond this shit -- who you trying to diss? I'm on a fast pace, you dudes in the last place Eminem at the MTV Awards -- you's an ass face You don't stack cake -- the cheddar's never on you Since you think you that great, I just got one question for you [Hook] [Verse 2] Who could fuck with me? Who could fuck with me? I'm the one you see when you come to re What you want? Some ki's or a couple P's? What the fuck you need? Nigga, hurry up 'fore I burn it up You gon' murder what? I could hear you clear, but I turn it up You ain't heard of us? Better get some advice 'fore we end you tonight, little nigga It's like with the booth in the bathroom -- I'm the shit with the mic Get the pen and I write cause I'm lyrically nice You gon' get me for ice? Pull that llama out, we will stomp you out Get a kick and alike when we kick you with Nikes I'm the sickening type, with a pen from the Heights I'm Dominican, right? Call me Rafer Alston, how I skip with the white What you think it was like? You ain't think I was nice? Don't be thinking polite I'm a fucking G What you chumps don't see Who could fuck with me?