You Don’t Hear Me Doe

Lyrics

[Intro: Scarface & DMG] Yo D Sup face? What should these motherfuckers call you? [Verse 1: DMG & Scarface] Call me psychotic but I'm bad, nigga yo! And I'ma do ya bad, black And when I come, I'm bustin up niggas that held me back Ya should of never let a nigga see That there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me Huh, I waited for my day to come-of-age And now that I'm of-age I can't escape the fuckin' front page So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again I kicks that funky shit and cold get stupid like I'm Gilligan Now peep, suppose I hit a lick for a jack The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin back Nigga lookin for they shit, aggravated and pissed (Why?) 'Cause they can't fuck with my clique (Tell 'em) I'm here to break 'em off a chunk A D-E-A-T-H-B-Y, a motherfuckin punk And I'll be rollin' with the Brad-ster (He-he-he) So if you see us in yo' hoodie Break your neck to roll on past, nigga Don't even stop to say 'Whattup?', 'cause I bust for the fuck And plus I'm quick to light a motherfucker up (Up) Next time you spot me on your block, I hope you leave the place Or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face Nigga, I ain't the one to take no bullshit 'Cause see a nigga like the D is game to empty out the full clip So when I come for ya, act like ya know Sendin' motherfuckas smooth to the curb but you don't hear me though [Chorus: DMG] I'ma bring it to ya asshole (uh) Do it like the G-to-O (yeah) Bustin' on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me though (But you don't hear me though) Bring it to ya asshole (uh) Do it like the G-to-O (yeah) Bustin' on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me though [Verse 2: DMG] It's time to fuck 'em up, here it comes, blast, nigga Thump to your chest and they comin' out yo' ass, nigga I grew up hard, livin' my life as a criminal Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don't hear me though So I'ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate D-M-G runnin' nine-tre, nine-fo' Glock, Glock My Glock makin sounds and it don't stop So nigga pass the Swisher quick And I'ma blaze 'til the motherfucker burn me on my fingertips 'Cause, see a nigga gotta stay high I try to smoke 'til I can't smoke and then I won't smoke But still I got my fingers on my shit And click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch! You tried to test the wrong nigga, bein' tested Straight from St. Paul but clockin' G's down in Texas Some think I'm soft cause I play it cool But I ain't the average motherfucker, I do the shit that niggas won't do Huh, like pistol whoop a woodie for his bank Then after that I go and grab his bitch and do the same thang And now I'm paid up the asshole Collectin' grips on my drips as I stroll but you don't hear me though [Chorus: DMG] I'ma bring it to ya asshole (uh) Do it like the G-to-O (yeah) Bustin' on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me though (But you don't hear me though) Bring it to ya asshole (uh) Do it like the G-to-O (yeah) Bustin' on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me though [Verse 3: DMG] Ain't no mistakin' what I'm bringin', you motherfuckers still ain't had enough So I'ma continue to break you off for a proper ass chunk May it be a nine, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank Any way you come I'm in your motherfuckin' shit, mate! Huh, a nigga bustin' caps, smokin' fires Quick to break it to yo' ass and keep on goin 'til yo' ass die And ain't no runnin' down dem backstreets 'Cause I got slugs to catch up with Carl Lewis on the track meet Huh, and still you wanna test a nigga so Outie 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don't hear me though [Chorus: DMG] I'ma bring it to ya asshole (uh) Do it like the G-to-O (yeah) Bustin' on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me though (But you don't hear me though) Bring it to ya asshole (uh) Do it like the G-to-O (yeah) Bustin' on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me though [Outro: DMG] Yeah, check it!