They Don’t Wanna Fight

Lyrics

[Intro] 4x But these bitches don't like me They wanna get just like me But they don't wanna fight me [Verse 1] When I was up in jail, hated by many niggas Maybe cause I fucked they bitches This rap gon' hurt they feelings! They always talkin' 'bout killin', what's goin' on in the game You tryin' to flip they said, I'm talkin' 'bout money mane Most one-on-one are won, thirtyone and lost none Hoe why these bitches quick to jump to get they head bump? Soon I be out the door, probation, not parole Nothing can stop this pro, motherfucker yeen know? Soon I be in they bitch, they sprung on masturbation They hoe gon' have my baby with all the time they facin' But I'm gon' take a breath, sit back and let it go Soon I be on the roll, blowin' kush with pretty hoes [Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp samples] Crash through your crowd, throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws Killers that down with the homicide drive-by Owning the streets we dwellin' on [Verse 2] I been on Jenny Jones, performed on Ricky Lake Rock shows across the states, 8000 dollar plays I dated 'cross the water, UK to Netherlands Smoked out in Amsterdam, Germans my biggest fans I been on Source awards, nominated for awards The nation can't avoid this "Tear da Club up" boy They hate cause they ain't shit and my whole click is rich And all my bitches thick while they be havin' fits Got diamonds on my neck, Rolexes on my wrist And that mane you can bet I'm cashin' royalty checks The pit is still in me, and still poppin' bottles Sippin' on purple lean, my girl's a super model If you don't like this show go tell it to yo hoe [?] [Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp samples] Crash through your crowd, throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws Killers that down with the homicide drive-by Ownin the streets we drilling' em