Let me tell y'all ^!$$%z like this here right
It's 2003 my ^!$$%
All that, all that yappin at the mouth %#@! my ^!$$%

Um, ^!$$%z ain't with that %#@! my ^!$$%
We don't play that %#@! no more mane
Soon as a ^!$$% start talkin that %#@!

Mane, you on the floor shawty
Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(YEAH!)


[Chorus]
Watch a ^!$$% get swole on (For talkin that %#@!)
Watch a (*##$ get rolled on (For talkin that %#@!)

Watch that ^!$$% get laid out (For talkin that %#@!)
Watch them (*##$es get drug out (For talkin that %#@!)
You don't want none, ^!$$% you don't want none

You don't want none, (*##$ you don't want none
You don't want none, ^!$$% you don't want none
You don't want none, (*##$ you don't want none


[Bridge 1]
You don't like me, I don't like you

You want to fight me, I want to fight you
Put yo hands up ^!$$%, put yo hands up (*##$
Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick

$#&@ these rental cops, they don't run %#@!
Who run this %#@!, we run this (*##$
Put yo hands up ^!$$%, put yo hands up (*##$

Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick
My back ain't dirty, my lip ain't swole
My head ain't busted, my nose ain't broke

Put yo hands up ^!$$%, put yo hands up (*##$
Put yo hands up you hoe, put yo hands up you trick


[Verse 1]
I'm from a small town called, whoop a ^!$$% $$#
And I mean we'll whoop a ^!$$% $$#

And I mean we'll beat a (*##$ to death
And I mean, carry him all the way there
Take a ^!$$% down the dirt path to the junk yad

Where it's stankin at
Put his $$# in a plastic bag, where there's a hole where you blast him at
And I'm talkin bout, tired up witha shoe string

And a fishing hook stuck in his thing
Layin on empty cans, recycled bags, and some pissy as gatorade
Swiss blade, what cut buddy gone enter the damn microwave

Better get you a sharpener baby, cause that thang gone only get me activated
You look hard, but you really soft
You tried to make me mad, but you just piss me off

I ain't scared of you ^!$$%, I ain't scared of them hoes
And I definately ain't scared of tight T-shirt as ^!$$% that thank he swole


[Chorus]

[Bridge 2]

I don't blame you, I blame yo mammy (*##$
She should've $#&@ed yo daddy, she should've sucked his dick
You's a punk boy, a $#&@ boy

That like it in the $$#, with somethin real hard

[Verse 2]

So when he come mother$#&@ers you can stand him up
Ask one of these ^!$$%z I was tearin him up
Have them sayin that country boy bad as $#&@

Came in here with a heater and had to bust
Put him right back in before I put it on
I'm sayin this game ain't changed much

Still the same mother$#&@er used to sell the drugs
Still the same one, used to come to the club
See a ^!$$%, leave a ^!$$% in a bag of blood

In the car with his broad when the police come (Gone)
For they find what they lookin for
(Yeah boy) you don't hear me though

Cause ain't nothin that a ^!$$% ain't cone before
And nothin that a ^!$$% won't try again
But remeber what's up and I'm is the man

You gone crazy, feelin froggy then gone ahead and leap
but whe nyou jump over here, try to remeber what the $#&@ I said
cause I meant it

[Chorus]