G-unit - Don't f** With You lyrics

(Intro) Don't want to talk to ya Don't know ya, don't know how ya know my name I got a reputation of police chasing Ya b**h, I let it bang n***a ya keep talkin', I keep walking f** around till the heat talkin It is yo coffin (Hook) I don't f** with you, you don't f** with me! n***a, talking just ain't my cup o' tea Don't wanna shoot the sh**, I'm a shoot the b**h Don't wanna shoot the sh**, I'm a shoot the b**h (Verse 1: Kidd Kidd) I don't f** with ya, and ya know it, show it Four Deep whips, stolen, rolling sponsored links Fo' 5 , I tote it, blow it Leave yo head split open, swollen Now it's all in yo noggin, popping Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rocking Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the FEDs come knocking Drop it, Man they plotting on my drug house Man, I hope they don't run in befo I run out I'm running out, I don't know who to trust now No dap, hugs, or what's up's now I don't f** round with the f** round Ya see me, get the f** from around me (Verse 2: Young Buck) I don't talk, texts I don't off bets I don't f** with n***as ain't from the set I'm from the projects Surprised ya ain't got robbed yet I really don't do no conversating, no call waiting I know y'all hatin, I'm cool wid it On probation with no patience I hop out and act a fool with it, f** who diddit! If ya with it, then ya get it, 2 to yo fitted I don't f** with none of y'all anyway Yo funeral could be any day Eva since I said send the Yay Ya f** n***as been' in the way I'm just doing what 50 say Putting a hundred rounds in the k, Buck! (Hook) I don't f** with you, you don't f** with me! n***a, talking just ain't my cup o' tea Don't wanna shoot the sh**, I'm a shoot the b**h Don't wanna shoot the sh**, I'm a shoot the b**h (Verse 3: 50 Cent) My 4-5, I grip it, grip it! Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it Front off a meal ticket, ticket Hoes want to come kick it, kick it Heard a n***a will trick it, pick it Up after we throw it, throw it Big money, we blow it That gangsta sh**, we did it, get it Still do, we ain't new to it Boy, I ain't neva gon' tell on me Ya b**h n***a, bet ya do Ya talk a lot n***as round here don't say much n***as round here don't play that much Soon as sh** pop, they blame us Cuz the money ain't neva go'n' change us (Verse 3: Tony Yayo) A lot of gun talk in the streets But real recognize real beef And real soldiers get the mission accomplished Neva slipping, steady gripping, k**ing fo nonsense Sideline hating, backbiting haters Catch ya in yo car like them red-light cameras Green light, what? Green light, woo My money cuz a f**ing holocaust I green-light ya (Hook x2) I don't f** with you, you don't f** with me! n***a, talking just ain't my cup o' tea Don't wanna shoot the sh**, I'm a shoot the b**h Don't wanna shoot the sh**, I'm a shoot the b**h