Juicy J - Nobody Crosses Me lyrics

[Intro: Skit from the movie "Scarface"] [Verse 1] Any n***a wanna test my nuts must prepare to die Bullets they pop, s**ers they drop Cause I move crack for the drive-by Notice that I'm King of Kings when you nail me to that stick Wether I die or wether I live still k**as they squashin' sh** Set slippin' is how you come, I been project boy too long I represent O to the G dedicated to the streets splittin' domes When I blast on yo a** I must empty my clip Screamin' out "die motherf**er" Point blank range then he hit the dip I'm thinkin' of homicide then suicide I'm livin' a hard life with (?) and (?) Let me tell you what my hood is like Murderer, burglar, robbers n***as they hangin' And bangin' and swangin' and flamin' them AK's and hay When n***as be slippin' we be gankin' Maintainin' on that pay cause he gon' be down When you be down If you stab me in my back; you either gon' swim You either gon' drown I'm serious mane, when the doors get kicked down Nobody can duck "What about his mother and kids?" n***a I don't give a f**! [Verse 2] I'm thinkin' of plans, I'm thinkin' of plans, I'm thinkin' of plots I got some rocks, a sub-zero mask, two clips and a Glock Ain't gon' tolerate no hatred from you monkey-a** clowns Smellin' the frontin' and back stabbin' I'mma lay yo busta a** down Now stop cryin' son of a b**h, I ain't shot ya yet My automatic reset his (?) his baby nuts wet I'm thinkin' of another smooth plan See mean-a** hoes set up a plot She been f**in' his n***a for life, three months That love don't get 'em back You better listen because this b**h we had The same all over the world Game is played for the paper, never free Now she's walkin' down the stairs I'm on the phone, she claimin' his dick done snore too loud It's time to make my move ... Buckin' the head to the clouds, fool she knock him out I'm in the back yard, jumpin' over bushes Jumpin' on the porch, the door unlocked I sneaked through the living room, crawlin' up the steps - I think I'm at the stash spot The dope was missin', a b**h start screamin A n***a was never asleep I'm bustin' at they heads, where da dope? Nobody crosses me [Verse 3] See I ain't no fake pimp b**h, I got hoes on the track Women dancin' in the shake junt Sendin' my money through western union I done usin' so many phones, my knuckles rusty I'm breakin' and shakin' the cryptic crowds They swear to god I'm lucky I heard that c**aine was the biggest pimp around town Since '76 the game been kind of a switched around It's more motherf**in' hoes on the track These junkies be sellin' they p**y These n***as they sellin' that crack So what, these b**hes wanna bring daddy the cash That it just set it to the stack Cause I ain't dependent on yo broke a** Many pimps, they die, they lookin' half dead Cause they can't shoot the right game to the b**h heads Tr-izz-ick a b-izz-itch will br-izz-eak a b-izz-itch Where izz-am the p-izzn-imp where izz-I get r-izzn-ich Playa haters, mack invaders, rhodé fakers penetrate Hatred from they f**in' heart, nina shots will illustrate s**ers in a casket, talkin' about the Skinny Pimp (?) doubt me, lookin' for it, cross me I'mma leave yo chest dimp Look at that .45 put to yo face Motherf**er I ain't scared to catch a case Gobber, mobber chrome thang f** you off in no trace like (?) [Verse 4] We livin' up in the days where the k**ers don't give a f** We dumpin' a hollow in yo skull, Memphis n***as tooooo buck I'm from the side where the k**ers like to start a riot f** you up cause you can't duck, I'm advertisin' homicides Ain't no clan thicker than my clan See I got a gang in different states ... Gotta come with evil plans To take you out this gutter I do too, you knew too Mentality b**h ah I dare you To come into my hood flippin' with no f**in' scrap You slippin' into a drive-by, I'm hittin' that water You takin' eternal naps Shoot 'em down, shoot you down with my .45 G-L-O-C Mean I with this mask to my face The bounty hunters cannot stop ... run, lookin' suspicious, runnin' from choppers Drinkin' straight Vodka, keepin' my mobber Hangin' with Triple Six, Gimisum robbers Aimin' my heat cause destruction I ain't cappin' Boom-boom-boom! No duckin' I'm doin' a 187 b*atch