[Intro: Al Pacino]
I told ya, don't fuck with me!
I told ya, I told ya
Don't—Don't—Don't fuck with me!
[Verse 1: Playa Dre]
I'm on a stakeout scopin' this nigga in
Big boy jag
Tennessee tags
Smoked out
Smokin them herbs
Gotta get close to his ass
Anxious nigga paranoid
My mind blinked out in the battle stage
? under the law
I stick and move Mista Playa Dre
He crossed the country, skunk funky
Watch me press the barrel on em
Make em donate to my charity
Nervous like I'm in a coma
Proceed with my mission
'Cause he still don't know, I'm on his tail
Got behind this fool
Sticky situation
? from the earth
Pull up to the red light
Scare him with the flashlight
Killas still Glock tight time for the dirt
?my tool
Complеte without my heat
Make him takе his hands up off the seat
Take your feet up off the gas
Don't bring no drama to yourself
Red rum snatch
Release this trick from the driver side
What we did not know sure hurt us
'Cause the pistol was supplied
To this nigga from the south
He was making a dropoff buck
Now the tables turned around
'Cause we weren't prepared for war
But that's what it comes down to
Grip your pistol
Toe to toe
Face to face
With your enemy
I told ya, don't fuck with me!
I told ya, I told ya
Don't—Don't—Don't fuck with me!
[Verse 1: Playa Dre]
I'm on a stakeout scopin' this nigga in
Big boy jag
Tennessee tags
Smoked out
Smokin them herbs
Gotta get close to his ass
Anxious nigga paranoid
My mind blinked out in the battle stage
? under the law
I stick and move Mista Playa Dre
He crossed the country, skunk funky
Watch me press the barrel on em
Make em donate to my charity
Nervous like I'm in a coma
Proceed with my mission
'Cause he still don't know, I'm on his tail
Got behind this fool
Sticky situation
? from the earth
Pull up to the red light
Scare him with the flashlight
Killas still Glock tight time for the dirt
?my tool
Complеte without my heat
Make him takе his hands up off the seat
Take your feet up off the gas
Don't bring no drama to yourself
Red rum snatch
Release this trick from the driver side
What we did not know sure hurt us
'Cause the pistol was supplied
To this nigga from the south
He was making a dropoff buck
Now the tables turned around
'Cause we weren't prepared for war
But that's what it comes down to
Grip your pistol
Toe to toe
Face to face
With your enemy
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