(feat. Tum-Tum, Z-Ro) 



[Hook x2] 

I'ma do somethin' bad to ya, cuz you a motherfuckin' ho 

If I see you at the club in the middle of the flo' 

I'ma tussle, I'ma tussle 

We gon' tussle, we gon' tussle 

We gon' tussle better hope ya got ya niggaz with ya 



[Z-Ro] 

Motherfucker better clear a path, I feel the wrath 

Cuz Tuck and Ro gon' burn ya scalp 

Ho nigga tried to give me doubt 

But I keep them snakes like a witches crown 

It's about that time, respect my mind, I'm one of a kind 

Been eyein' dime, fuck a dime 

These jabs flyin' who threw 'em, mine 

We gon' keep it crunk, pull out a pump knock out his fronts 

Nigga my whole team drunk waitin' for the rest of ya crew goin' numb 

I'm gon' drop a bitch, secuirty ain't stoppin' this 

Real niggaz get compliments, I'll drop a rhinoceros 

See we all about pain, you niggaz is lame, we head of the game 

All my troopers are trained, we searchin' for chains, you hatin' on fame 

Some of these ugly ass girls in here think they too fly to say what's up to a nigga 

I want you to look at that ho an say FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) 

FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) 

Now gut that bitch (GUT THAT BITCH) GUT THAT BITCH (GUT THAT BITCH) 

GUT THAT BITCH (GUT THAT BITCH) GUT THAT BITCH (GUT THAT BITCH) 



[Hook x2] 



[Tum-Tum] 

Uh huh, hold up purple one let oh Tum invade the cut 

And lean on a nigga like the drank up in my cup 

Everybody make room I'm bout to cave his chest in 

And make his eye swell up to where his edge up begin 

Tum a shit starter, Tum always to blame 

I ain't never played sports therefore I don't play games 

Better ask these dudes I will rock a nigga ass 

And if yo chick pop off I'ma slap her monkey ass 

Straight gangsta-gangstafied that's how we do it in the dirty 

Hit a weenie nigga with a combination flurry 

Left, right, right, left over hand hitter-quitter 

Make room in this bitch when DSR enter 

I'm headed straight to the bar to get a bottle bub 

After that hit V.I.P. and fire up some drugs 

Tell drubs they didn't pay the deposit they ain't goin' up 

Rappin' is tailored for us, shorty the game I'm sewin' up 

Tum-Tum and San T, southside and the three 

Puttin' it down from Tate house all the way to Mississippi 

All the gangstas in the place, all the hustlers in the place 

All the thugs in the place put ya hood in his face 

I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch 

I don't part no squad and I ain't afraid of no click 

It's a million dollar man I get it poppin' in this bitch 

Better watch what you say before shells I drop around this bitch, straight 



[Hook x2] 



[Big Tuck] 

I'ma skirt around the club till I see this nigga here 

I'ma rush the bitch nigga hit his head with a beer 

I ain't playin' neither, I ain't playin' neither 

I'ma swing till there's blood on my wife beater 

Put ya dukes up, put ya dukes up 

You don't want Tuck's hook, jab, uppercut 

Put ya dukes up, put ya dukes up 

I'm bad news fixin' tear the fuckin' club up 

Fuck security nigga, fuck security nigga 

I'm fixin' fire up this Sweet I'ma lure 'em to me 

Fuck security nigga, fuck security nigga 

I'm fixin' fire up this Sweet I'ma lure 'em to me 

Put ya hood in his face, put ya hood in his face 

If it ain't your's put his ass in his place 

You don't want it with me, you don't want it with me 

You don't want it with me, you don't want it with me 



[Hook x2]