
I Don’t Fuck with You G-Unit
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[Intro: 50 Cent]
Don't wanna talk to you
Don't know you
Don't know how you know my name
I got a reputation of police chasin'
You a bitch; I let it bang
Nigga, you keep talkin' (keep talkin'); I keep walkin' (keep walkin')
Fuck around 'til the heat talkin' (keep talkin')
Then it's your coffin (your coffin )
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch (yeah)
(yeah nigga)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
I don't fuck with you, and you know it, show it
4-deep whip, stolen, rollin'
Fo'-five, I tote it, blow it
Leave your head split open, swollen
Now it's all in your noggin, poppin'
Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin'
Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin'
Drop it, man they plottin' on my drug house
Man, I hope they don't run in before I run out (fium!)
I'm runnin' out, I don't know who to trust now
No dap, hugs, or "what's ups" now
I don't fuck around with the fuck arounds
You see me here, get the fuck from 'round me
Don't wanna talk to you
Don't know you
Don't know how you know my name
I got a reputation of police chasin'
You a bitch; I let it bang
Nigga, you keep talkin' (keep talkin'); I keep walkin' (keep walkin')
Fuck around 'til the heat talkin' (keep talkin')
Then it's your coffin (your coffin )
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch (yeah)
(yeah nigga)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
I don't fuck with you, and you know it, show it
4-deep whip, stolen, rollin'
Fo'-five, I tote it, blow it
Leave your head split open, swollen
Now it's all in your noggin, poppin'
Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin'
Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin'
Drop it, man they plottin' on my drug house
Man, I hope they don't run in before I run out (fium!)
I'm runnin' out, I don't know who to trust now
No dap, hugs, or "what's ups" now
I don't fuck around with the fuck arounds
You see me here, get the fuck from 'round me
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