(feat. Lil Jon)


[Intro: Rated R]

Uh huh, yeah (I ain't scared of you motherfuckers!)

Yeah, momma didn't raise me well (yeah!)

I ain't scared of y'all niggaz

Rated R (we could do that)

Lil Jon (whatever you wanna do we could do that) (yeah!)

(Whatever you wanna do we could do that)

Trying to tell them fa sho (getting it crunk in this bitch fa sho!)

(Tampa, are we supposed to be scared of these niggaz out here?)

(Whatever you wanna do we could do that) 2-4-1 (yeah!)

(Whatever you wanna do we could do that) Florida, ATL

(Oh) oh! (oh) oh! (oh)


[Chorus: Rated R (Lil Jon)]

Oh! I'm 'posed to run nigga? (run nigga!) I'm 'posed to hide?

Nigga you 'posed to ride nigga! (ride nigga ride!)

Oh! I'm 'posed to run nigga? (run nigga!) I'm 'posed to hide?

Nigga you 'posed to ride nigga! (ride nigga ride!)

(You better rep it 'fore I make this bitch spit, YEAH!!)

(You better rep it 'fore I make this bitch spit, YEAH!!)

(You better rep it 'fore I make this bitch spit, YEAH!!)

(You better rep it 'fore I make this bitch spit, YEAH!!)


[Verse: Rated R]

You don't wanna be my target, my nigga

Hit ya from the three point range like Reggie Miller

I hang on the block wit killas and drug dealers

That got love and slugs for a nigga

So take ya pick, take a stick, take a brick

Cause niggaz round here ain't taking no shit

Ya hoe bitch, ya bitch hoe, I don't give a fuck

Cause you fin to go get yours cause I got mine

Whachu is blind? (You better break 'fore I make this bitch spit one time!)

It's yo fault I had to get my nine

Last man standing when this shit start firing

That's right, everytime


[Chorus]


[Verse: Rated R]

Now I been missing in action like Bin Laden

Meantime deep in the lab and still rapping

Ghetto Project, stacking, relaxing and still thinking

Hit Lil Jon up for a track and told em let's make it happen

I'm tired of the tongue grappling (fa real)

We can get the guns clapping, betcha that'll get ya toes tapping

Toward the exit, let's get physical

Bump then thump, run for the trunk

Pull out the pump, O-Town gon now

It's too late to cry, somebody gotta die

Bye bye, now we gon find out

Who can do they thang in the game when there's no timeout


[Chorus]


[Verse: Rated R]

You better pray motherfucker

Your life I'm bout to take motherfucker

Duece duece in lake motherfucker

You a fake motherfucker!

C'mon nigga shake motherfucker

Let's see what we can make motherfucker

Money or war, whachu came here for?

Ain't nothing but slugs and a room full of thugs

Whole bunch of hustlers passing out drugs

Watching real close, every hug ain't a hug

That's a transaction, swanging on a nigga dawg is just a reaction

Think what you wanna think but you can not imagine

Nigga I'm a savage, and all that fun shit I won't have it

Y'all better back up and live, play wit ya kids

Handle ya liquor, I hope ya got your boys wit ya

Count em up, cause somebody gon be missing

Wit that bullshit in a fucked up position!


[Chorus]


[Outro x8: Rated R]

Whatever you wanna do we could do that