I Don’t Fuck Wit U

Lyrics

[Intro: Pimp C] Yeah, E. Vicious you know l'm talkin' 'bout? Sweet Jones, Tony Snow All you ol' bitch ass niggas on that ol' goofy section of the newspaper Know l'm talkin' 'bout? (Mr. Magoo ass niggas) All that ol' comedy shit, that ol' fantasy island shit, know l'm talkin' 'bout? (Bugs Bunny ass niggas) Say man, missed me with that bullshit Know l'm talkin' 'bout? Hold up... [Chorus: Vicious & Pimp C] 'Round here runnin' ya mouth (Runnin' ya mouth) Fuck around and hit that nerve, I put a gun in ya mouth (BLAH!) Ya dead and can't believe how you lied on me (Uh) But you's a simp so I'ma let it slide homie (Uh) It's outta control, the game is cold Thought he was down, come to find out the nigga's a ho, a ho (Higga's a ho) Just ain't keepin' it true Wonderin' why I don't fuck with 'chu [Verse 1: Pimp C] Uh, talkin' that big dick shit You a ho, I said it (I said it), what 'chu gon' do about it bitch? (Bitch!) Uh, talkin' to the laws (Laws) No balls just sugar in ya drawers (Drawers) If you don't like me, kill me (Uh) I'm only dyin' one time, nigga feel me (Uh) Cowards die a thousand deaths Born to die but you can't take away my rep (My rep, my rep) And I ain't goin' no time soon Gotta broad on the plane, pussy full of balloons Ain't nothin' happenin' on some bamboo monkey shit (Uh) Keep my name out 'cha mouth, nigga you counterfeit (Uh) [Chorus: Vicious & Pimp C] 'Round here runnin' ya mouth (Runnin' ya mouth) Fuck around and hit that nerve, I put a gun in ya mouth (BLAH!) Ya dead and can't believe how you lied on me (Uh) But you's a simp so I'ma let it slide homie (Uh) It's outta control, the game is cold Thought he was down, come to find out the nigga's a ho, a ho (Higga's a ho) Just ain't keepin' it true Wonderin' why I don't fuck with 'chu [Verse 2: Vicious] I walk around this motherfucker, trippin' on these weak niggas Pullin' all this ho shit, callin' themselves street niggas Talkin' down, wishing the worse and straight hating on me Praying that I fall off, bitches keep waitin' on it I ain't got no friends, niggas take it how ya hear it Where was y'all for the bid? I did five fuckin' years! While the chill turned to lab dap, after all that I took back Never go broke again, bitch I know how to cook crack Learned to stack a dollar, hold the power in a black Impala Try to swerve and hit the curb and watch the crackers follow Bitch nigga got my name in his mouth We go pistols when we pissed, that's how we play in the South (Play in the South) [Chorus: Vicious & Pimp C] 'Round here runnin' ya mouth (Runnin' ya mouth) Fuck around and hit that nerve, I put a gun in ya mouth (BLAH!) Ya dead and can't believe how you lied on me (Uh) But you's a simp so I'ma let it slide homie (Uh) It's outta control, the game is cold Thought he was down, come to find out the nigga's a ho, a ho (Higga's a ho) Just ain't keepin' it true Wonderin' why I don't fuck with 'chu [Verse 3: Smoke D] Bitch, I'm a triple OG, superhood grown, heavyweight (Heavyweight) I'm no magician but my magic tricks will make you levitate Round of applause for the plastic pieces Right now the clip up in nickels in solemn night releases Aye, aye, no joking or playin', I'm sayin' we sprayin' for real Straight out the gate, no hesitation bitch I'm bustin' my steel The shit is helterskelter And you gon' need Jesus Christ, a gimmick, plus a fall-out shelter We cast wet toiletries upon bitch ass snakes For cheesecakes, the dirty rats gon' put ya tongue on a plate Diarrhea mouth niggas, 1-800-IMA-TELL Fuck around wit'em, you gon' be dead or in jail (Jail) [Chorus: Vicious & Pimp C] 'Round here runnin' ya mouth (Runnin' ya mouth) Fuck around and hit that nerve, I put a gun in ya mouth (BLAH!) Ya dead and can't believe how you lied on me (Uh) But you's a simp so I'ma let it slide homie (Uh) It's outta control, the game is cold Thought he was down, come to find out the nigga's a ho, a ho (Higga's a ho) Just ain't keepin' it true Wonderin' why I don't fuck with 'chu [Outro: Pimp C] Say this Young Pimp, you know l'm talkin' 'bout? Say Mike Dean, go and draft some of that vinyl for the South, know l'm talkin' 'bout? Me and Slim Thug finna ride on out on these bitch ass niggas!