Jeezy - f**ing Around lyrics

[Young Jeezy] Y'all n***as keep f**in' around f**in' around, f** around, get stuck in the ground I ain't no bustas, y'all n***as better stop f**in' wit me I hit the clown in the dirt Jump on the top wit a drop, that n***a down in the dirt The first n***a quick to get it first Call the paramedic's 'cause the police be stealing from the hearse I aim it at ya hat when I burst If I don't get a Grammy, I'm headed at the rat n***as first And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb Slap that b**h on the third n***a done caught with a slur, can't see sh** but a blur Crank up that Chevy let her purr We all from the curve b**h n***as runnin up nerve I ain't gon' let you die and I tag a man Said you runnin' from the hood and I'm Pakistan b**h I'm a motherf**in' jacka man And understand when the motherf**in' crack is stayin' Y'all n***as keep f**in' around f**in' around, f** around, get stuck in the ground I ain't no bustas, y'all n***as better stop f**in' wit me Y'all motherf**ers better run 'cause we got bombs Plus we got guns that take off arms Got a 4.4 that shoot the door and got buck loads of that 84 And like John Doe, hit ya city Start k**ing every n***a who ain't feelin this rhyme And ain't feelin this vibe To many n***as goose necking my ride But okay, my A.K. fully Y'all n***as watch how you step to me And y'all young n***as back the f** up And don't make me act the f** up 'Cause its a another war, I'll k** every motherf**er that y'all know That's yo ma, pa, sister n law, yo' daddy, yo' dog and yo' hoe Now I ain't claim to be a saint and no goddamn serial k**er I just wanna know my n***a what made you disrespect a n***a What you thought I was buster, s**er, a rapper or actor n***a rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day f** n***a I'm Gon catch ya Y'all n***as keep f**in' around f**in' around, f** around, get stuck in the ground I ain't no bustas, y'all n***as better stop f**in' wit me Been got my B's got my cheese f** n***a you don't play wit G' co*k back aim and squeeze Now ya a** on the ground wit the trees My ole boy didn't raise no snitch My ole girl didn't raise no b**h You outta line I'll k** you b**h Now put that sh** on my chick Man, I pull bout 26 b**hes Gotta perk sh** 26 inches On the concrete n***a Gotta lace on the concrete n***a At least when I rap a lot Break down O's in the trap a lot f** n***a, I got crip for days Slip n Slide wit dem boys from Dade 305 to the 404, G sh** we'll take ya hoe Look dog we'll take ya bricks f** you n***a I hope it's worth it Spray ya a** like a job from perfect Gay man s** a dick A-T-L, Dade County and Trick Y'all n***as keep f**in' around f**in' around, f** around, get stuck in the ground I ain't no bustas, y'all n***as better stop f**in' wit me Y'all s** a** n***as keep playin' wit me f** around see me with AK in the streets Start bussin' makin' motherf**ers lay in the streets All 'cause of what a n***a say on the beat Look I'ma G that's sayin' the least From trappin' to sprayin' the heat to wearin' the key Instead of all that attention you were payin' to me You should have been mindin' ya business and keepin' it pimpin' But I know most n***as ain't built like that Just know old n***as get k**ed like that You don't wanna f** around with Tip like that Look Flip when the body bag zip that's that n***as wanna talk sh** and co*k deuce Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin' So you can run hide and tell lies if you want to But when I f** around and run up on you What you gon' do?