Whyuwnnafckwitme

Lyrics

[Chorus x3] Why-Why they wanna fuck wit' me? [Verse 1: Mr. Blacc] 2020 in the game still pressin' my luck Riskin' penitentiary time, all about my buck About that old mighty dolla, in cash I trust (In cash I trust) I got a bullet for you fuck niggas, go ahead and run up (What up, nigga?) Hits turn like subpoenas, took lead to get got (Yeah) Fuckin' with Mr. Blacc and get your whole crew touched (Not a word) Not on two broke niggas, naw, not a good look (Not a good look, nigga) 'Cause when a punk get to starvin', he robbin' a rook' (Uh) Jackin' me what be for practice, you must beat the hook (You must beat the hook, nigga!) 'Cause I ain't got shit for you but hot lead and thud (Uh-huh, yeah) And I been in the hood like crime (huh), hoodies and crooks And I ain't reached this status of my God-givin' looks Let's go [Chorus x3] [Verse 2: Spice 1] You mothafuckas be trippin' When I dump on you mothafuckas, I'mma unload the cli-c-clip in (Blaow, blaow!) Can't none o' you mothafuckas be a better mothafucka than me (Me) Before I put one up in yo' head, I'mma pop yo' ass up in the knee (Mothafucka) I be rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap on the side o' me I told you mothafuckas, don't be fuckin' with the East Bay G (G) You might be thinkin' I'm sayin' "mothafucka" too many times (Too many times!) But I can say what the fuck I want to, nigga, 'cause this my rhyme It's my time, it's my grind, it's my shine, I'm gleamin' (I'm gleamin'!) With my nigga Mr. Blacc and we strapped with the bea-beam in 50 caliber pist-al, speak the god is official Dumpin' your body up in the Bay and it's never fished out [Chorus x3] [Verse 3: ?] I'm a G (I'm a G) And I'm a mob figure, rose with a AP (AP) And I'm a cold nigga, you don't wanna play me (You don't wanna play me) Snatch ya ass up like the AT (Nah) I'm a street playmate (Playmate) Spice 1, I'm a East Bay gangsta (East Bay gangsta) Strike 1, you're fuckin' with the wrong one (Wrong one) Knock ya ass down wit' your own gun (Rrrah) [Why they wanna fuck wit' me?] Stupid (Stupid) Eazy-E, I do errything ruthless (Ruthless) And fuck who you rock with (Rock with) Call Mr. Blacc through and get to knockin' out the cockpit (Rrah, rrah) [Chorus x3] [Outro: ?] Yeah, shout out to the mothafuckin' police My baby's mama All them punk-ass niggas on the other side, huh Bitch-ass niggas This one's for you You fuck with real niggas, you fuck nigga My nigga Dig?, Spice 1, Thug World B's out here's, bitch Mr. Blacc Roseville, let's go Why they wanna fuck wit' me? [x3]