Partners-N-Crime - Don't Get Comfortable {Part 2} lyrics

{Kangol Slim} UH OH!!!! {Chorus} OHH THEY WANT SOME! YA b*tch YOU! NOW WE BACK WITH DON'T GET COMFORTABLE! PART TWO! OH OHH YOU DONE DID IT! NOW YOU GONNA GET IT! OH OHH YOU DONE DID IT! NOW YA GONNA GET IT! AND WE TOLD YOU DONT GET COMFORTABLE! YA b*tch YOU! NOW WE BACK WITH DON'T GET COMFORTABLE! PART TWO! OH OHH YOU DONE DID IT! NOW YOU GONNA GET IT! OH OHH YOU DONE DID IT! NOW YA GONNA GET IT! {Mista Menor} Now I'mma call it like I see it far You put yo hands up I promise I'mma break yo jaw and B.G. Respect My Mind because you know my kind I'mma grown man Lil' Daddy I can handle mine and Baby know I ain't no ho up in this that Red n***a I'mma Hound I'mma little targish then the average n***a and All them rattin' y'all been doin' on them song's bra You tellin' feds who got work, and where it's comin' from I can tell you n***a's f*ggot's from yo tattoo's He got yo name, You got his name, man that sh** ain't cool You Yella Fool's, you gettin' used like some virgin p**y Baby f**in' all you n***a's so you need to douche Now I'mma push it, and tell ya how Tha Block Got Hot Lil' Wayne, popped himself, he drew the News and the Cops Y'all some CB 4 n***as, plus y'all need to stop Try'na clone my n***a Two-Pistol, you get's no prop Ya Heard Me! {Chorus} {2x} {Prime Time} In The Prime Time of the night, you can try to meet Menor Kangol not there, then I'm spinnin' the bin in the Beamer I ain't talkin' bout yo whole crew, I only want two But If Juvey get out of line then I'm gonna get him to My dogs always told me, get rid of my problems My dogs always told me, to aim at my target My dogs always told me, get his change if he guard it My dogs always told me, to blow his brains if he bought it Yo dogs should have told you, to run yo mind if you were smaller I think they should have told you, that I be one of the hardest One of the smartest, and I'mma quick to cha-chop Get ready for the Hounds dog that's quick to pa-pop B.G. don't want known of me, look what the game done, done to me You run in front of me, and I take you down with the 2-23-3 Battle me all of a sudden you a Pepper Boy I'mma Hound Out so you better be tryin' to Respect Us Boy! {Chorus} {2x} {Drama Squad} {De'Jon} It's Trigger Play you bout It's Trigger Play I doubt Drama Squad on route To take these thunders out, Boo-Ya! {Nickel Slick} Look when I came to do ya , let's keep it real Lil' n***as get spanked, try'na Get How They Live {Mel} I hear they try'na jack, but I suggest that they surrender We play the game foul eliminatin' all contenders {De'Jon} Love to floss what 'cha got? Then Drop It Like It's Hot Disrespect a n***a mind cause I want what 'cha got {Nickel Slick} I be roamin' through the Nolia like a cell phonin' n***as showin' love, like it's my motherf**in' homin' {Mel} With that toolin' we acts a foolin' Can't no n***a with a Ph.D. could ever school me Ya Crazy! {De'Jon} We playin' the game shady, that's how the streets made me That's how my Daddy raised me, I'm Thugged Out daily {Nickel Slick} Daily Thugged Out, with my Squad, we slug it out Blood in to Blood out, Hush yo mouth or get drugged out {Mel} It's gettin' crucial let's show these n***a's how we livin' My bullets flippin' I lay more shoots then Scottie Pippen {De'Jon} With my Squad trippin' , My Squad dippin' Hell is what we givin' Tha Block Iz Hot , f**in' up how ya livin' {Chrous} {2x} {Kangol Slim} f**in' with them Hounds from G-Town we don't mess around Come get that a** straight chopped down Lil' Wayne stay in a child place, from this Earth to be erased No trace, bullet holes up in yo face You n***a's don't know what the game be really bout You only know what Baby tell by word of mouth Even that can get you taken out In this game you wouldn't last I show ya how ya feelin' In me see to bury yo a**, Where the Stash? You ain't even off the porch yet Try'na jump into somethin' real Soon as you hit the first step you gettin' k**ed Battle Fields, Trill, better have yo Steel or get Peeled Me and my n***a's been bustin' heads to make a mil I'mma fool from the old school You said you gonna leave my Dreads in my Tennis Shoes 17th Ward n***as got tools Some of them b**hes rusted, and used An arm, a leg, you might loose But look you choose to be that fool {Chorus} {Till the End}