You Don’t Wanna Fuck Wit These (Unreleased ’93 Shit) Ice Cube

[Refrain]
You don't wanna fuck wit these

[Verse 1]
You don't wanna fuck wit these
Run up you big-ass bitch and I'll have you clockin' G's
Wit my knockout jab, mess around and stab
Yo' ass in the gut, I don't give a fuck
Down with the brown, clownin' these honkies
That got us in the mix with they 666
Tricks get found, stinkin' like tuna
Bailin' through your hood in my fresh suede Pumas
And I don't hit gates, nigga pump yo' brakes
Cause I ain't runnin', you better start gunnin'
Take your hand off your metal
There's nowhere to hide, cause the world is a ghetto
Want my afro long like Mad Dawg
On a velvet poster, 40 on the coaster
Cause moms don't play that shit
Been hard on a nigga since 8-8-6
Sayin' you need Jesus, cause I got the fresh sweatshirt
With the three fat, creases
And it's on like that, nigga where you at?
At a phone booth, I'm comin' in the Coupe
Beanie pull over, fool there they go
Drive real slow so we can let them hoes know
That G's even bust on L.A.P.D.'s
Make 'em eat cheese cause they don't wanna fuck with these