Craig King - Who Not Me lyrics

[Small World: repeat 4X] Uhhuhh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow [Ludacris - over Small World] Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin somethin And you think they talking bout you, you not quite sho' knahmsayin But it ain't no way they talking bout you Introducing the new members of Disturbing Tha Peace Small World - from Norfolk, Dolla Boi - from Playaz Circle Here we go what? [Hook: repeat 2X] Who the f** you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me Who the f** you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me [Small World] 3, 2, 1 - what's begun, is the start But b**h we be saying we "we just getting started it since one" Y'all been monitoring, pondering bout it How bout I pull it out and kapaowee, I'll heat 'em up as hot as Maui Big Small World, Norfolk is the gang, extended clip in the jeans Put 'em in a box like Bisquick I'm a laker wit clips, get 'em in the lake wit clips Truth is ya a clipper with clips ain't cha b**h I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you for looting dollars But you lootless and dollarless, f** it I shot for Luda n Dolla I crash parties, blast with proposed toast I'mma have a problem like Scrap, if you blabbin like show hosts Muffle your damn lips, or there'll be mixtures of blood and dandruff If you don't get my damn drift Creep to ya grave and leak D.T. Piss This yo' highness at his least tempered Keep it pimpin' and watch [Hook] [Dolla Boi] I been having a bad day, the same ol sh** We don't give a f** about who you is The same ol clique, and the same ol biz The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip The same 4-4, with the same ol clip Half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get, b**h R.I.P. Rick James "I'm rich beyotch!!" You talkin' to much, n***a you a snitch b**h And we don't do it like that We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack Unload 'em reload 'em, we back black And when dem gats letting off Red dots, loud noises like planes taking off Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross, make me bang at cha boss For dem things coming soft, n***a [Hook] [Ludacris] Oh, oh, oh, oh Now if a bad b**h wants dick, then it's dick I give her Ludacris n***a, I stand and deliver Never back down, won't shake nor shiver f** with me and get found in the Chattahoochee river This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker But shotties to the body make him drop much quicker Yeah I appear to be a nice lil' n***a f** with anything I love, I'm a stone cold k**er Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla 8 figga n***a, I'm a multi milla See me in the street, it can't get no realer Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga I do good a** bidness, with a bad a** temper Please tell ya b**h, stop playing with my zipper Or I'll "brrrrr-stick her, ha ha-ha stick her!" [Hook]