(feat. Lil B, Lil Sha, Mr. 3-2)



[Hook x2]

You really, don't wanna fuck with us

Nigga, we armed and we dangerous

You really, don't wanna fuck with us

Playing them games, will get you hoes fucked up



[Dougie D]

Knock knock on the motherfucking door, nigga who is it

It's Dougie, up in your motherfucking ear so bitch listen

Sick and tired of telling you bitches, quit playing them games

Me and my dog barking and grinding, and off of the chain

Feel froggy then jump, bitch if you want to

But this motherfucking slug in this gauge, is going through you

I ain't scared of you bitches, I told you hoes already

And I fuck with a click of guerillas, that's all ready

Ok any case, worst case come first

Your head start to get big, your head get burst

I'm a motherfucking G, and lil' bitch I'm about that

You don't wanna feel that 45, splitting your wig back

Don't do 'em like that, get this gat if you wanna

Come around these parts tripping, your people get disappointed

Feel sorry for your mother, now that the drama end

Bulls gon learn by fucking around, with these grown ass men



[Hook x2]



[Lil B]

You can't fuck with us, we do 'em doing dangerous

It's a must I bust, and leave haters in the dust

You can call a nigga danger, keeping one in the chamber

Busting at any nigga, running up I think a stranger

Me and my nigga Doug, we be ready for war

You know who we are, Slow Loud And Bangin' slug in your car

I'm sick and tired of playing games, with bitches and hoes

These niggaz and foes, time to start kicking in do's

You get your wig split quick, talking shit bout South Klique

Lil B still that nigga, you hoes can't fuck with

In the booth or in the streets, I'm bringing you heat

Like 4-4's and calicoes, you niggaz is weak, you can't fuck with us



[Lil Sha]

Trick ass buster, we ain't scrapping

That's like P.O.'s dealing with the dead, it ain't happening

I'm gon make you hoes, disappear this year

Soon as I pop the top, on this beer

Put the light to the sweet, cock back the heat

Make a nigga turn the other side, of his cheek

Talk is cheap, so niggaz gon give out a lot

I pull out the AK, and clear out the whole block

Niggaz running like Emmit Smith, Trae's glock the gift

Load it up so fast, and bust so swift

C-Walking, G talking with a extra clip

Let another motherfucker, be the next to trip bitch



[Hook x2]



[Mr. 3-2]

Ride dirty and packed, big heat

Square up with boys, and slap out niggaz teeth

Breaking up concrete, when I stomp down

Mr. 3-2, I'm the Boss of H-Town

Don't make me clown, and act a god damn fool

Letting niggaz have it, with the 4-5 tool

Baby I'm old school, I'll pop the trunk

Let niggaz have it, and kill me some punks

Just let somebody jump, or step out of line

I'ma click-clack cock it back, now you flat line

Smash and stomp down, with that boy Dougie D

Taking no shit, bitch it's S.U.C



[Hook x2]



[talking]

Hoe ass boy, I'll put you on your back pocket

Can't get up, bitch ass nigga

Know I'm tal'n bout, know I'm saying

Little fool little martian, I slap niggaz into another dimension

And it's for real, all the time live and direct

Fucking with a big nigga like me, heavyweighting

Smashing and stomping down, breaking up concrete

When I walk round this bitch, know I'm tal'n bout