[Chorus: Traxx Sanders]
Ohh, I don't wanna hear about it (Nah)
First chance you got, you stab my back and now the lessons's learned
Ohh, don't tell me shit about it
Because what goes around comes around and now it's your turn
[Post-Chorus: Traxx Sanders]
Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Looks like you niggas made up your bed, it's time to sleep in it though
The drama creep through your door, it's time to reap what you sow
I'm tired of sneaky insults, ya'll don't even speak with a Colt
Ya'll get drunk with these thots and let the bottle speak to these hoes
It's so easy to see the evil in you
It fucked me up just to see the shit Meek and Sigel went through
You bеing used to standing next to me in thеse streets for so many years
Got you looking for heat that you could weasel into
But searchin' for validation's the first step to a shallow grave, it's the worst stress
All I got for you is these words left
Any man who could stab a man who just gave him the shirt off his back deserves death
[Chorus: Traxx Sanders]
Ohh, I don't wanna hear about it (Nah)
First chance you got, you stab my back and now the lessons's learned
Ohh, don't tell me shit about it
Because what goes around comes around and now it's your turn
Ohh, I don't wanna hear about it (Nah)
First chance you got, you stab my back and now the lessons's learned
Ohh, don't tell me shit about it
Because what goes around comes around and now it's your turn
[Post-Chorus: Traxx Sanders]
Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Looks like you niggas made up your bed, it's time to sleep in it though
The drama creep through your door, it's time to reap what you sow
I'm tired of sneaky insults, ya'll don't even speak with a Colt
Ya'll get drunk with these thots and let the bottle speak to these hoes
It's so easy to see the evil in you
It fucked me up just to see the shit Meek and Sigel went through
You bеing used to standing next to me in thеse streets for so many years
Got you looking for heat that you could weasel into
But searchin' for validation's the first step to a shallow grave, it's the worst stress
All I got for you is these words left
Any man who could stab a man who just gave him the shirt off his back deserves death
[Chorus: Traxx Sanders]
Ohh, I don't wanna hear about it (Nah)
First chance you got, you stab my back and now the lessons's learned
Ohh, don't tell me shit about it
Because what goes around comes around and now it's your turn
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