DMG - I Don't f** You lyrics

I've been a victim of society they got me f**ed in this hoe sh** n***as runnin up with M11's and some mo' sh** It seems to me, they wanna start somethin But I'mma let this motherf**in thang break em off somethin My homie panicked cause he never thought it'd come to that Mikki Mike singin em songs from these n***as gats I guess its like guerilla warfare Now grab ya gat and load ya clip and go for d**h until ya make it fair And if ya don't then grab ya nuts dude Cause thats the only way these n***as livin in the nine-duece Mo murder by k**ins and slayin some sh** If thick on ya tool and find ya homie dead in a ditch Damn, now the f**in water's gettin hot Homie after homie after homie's gettin shot And n***as are over lookin for joints to light 357 with them hollow point shells in the midnight So check it, first I walk up on em like I know em And then, I let my conversation start to hoe em Cause yo, I never debates to wait, I handle my business Cause n***as always be f**in sh** up when tryin to handle they business He's peepin out my missle as I stand straight So now its time to make his a** like a crushed grape Cause see I get stinked when I flex And for the motherf**in hole in ya f**in chest I told ya once I love the midnight A gun fight, a night to take a motherf**ers life Yeah, right now you're f**in with some bad sh** But I'll be damned if I let another n***a take my sh** Consider, use your common sense punk Cause they be blazin these n***as until they bodies stank like a skunk You see I'm down to cause commotion I pull my gat and make ya ashious n***a perspire lotion Its all about comin up G But I don't f** you, if you don't try ta f** me Tryin ta f** me Its part 2 of this hoe sh**, motherf**ers still runnin up Scope em out, squeeze the trigger, now ya got another dead n***a But that ain't sh** to these hood n***as These motherf**ers in St. Paul live by pullin the trigger They came to f** you in a split sec Buck a n***a quick, I'm speakin on this sh** that I know best But n***a stressed over crack fiends I set him up and took his money now the jack is out sellin keys Tryin to make his come up Breakin n***as off phat, but gettin shoved off his product So now he's lookin for another gank But the n***a brought his gat so thats another fiend in the paint Steady stackin up nines But homies doin good cause when he started he was stressed stepped And now he's livin on the uprise Smokin that pia-sh** sesame and drinkin insane eyes All the fiends love to hit him with a dove For what, cause when he breaks em off, he breaks em off love You better believe, you better believe he's breakin And all of his dough was comin in quick and n***as was steadin sankin I ain't sayin takin n***as lives is worth a rock But what I'm sayin is this n***a'z sewin up shop Homies straight rollin Bought himself a new f**in Beamer, but now the cops say its stolen He put his Beamer up and bought a Benz Stupid a** n***a, cause now they wanna know where ya got ya ends Ya played yaself like a hoe You went in bought some hoe sh**, and now ya stuck in some hoe sh** I hooked you up in the first place But then you fronted to pay me back n***a front on this dope case Yo where ya get the money at? They wanna know but you won't tell em you been slangin all that f**in crack Well I'mma pay that n***a to f** your a** Hell yeah, I'm plottin on yo dick in a booty a** n***a got f**ed tryin ta f** me Cause you can't f** the king of f**in motherf**ers G I put em out like a chess piece You don't believe me, well bring ya nuts n***a, come try ta test me And I'mma bring ya heat from the streets And do my best to leave ya f**ed on the concrete I'm breakin n***as off G But I don't f** you if you don't try ta f** me