Street Military - Don't f** Over Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Pharoah] Street Military coming back-to-back with them underground-a** hits Better watch ya gal 'cause we know [?] b**h We'll break in your f**ing house and we'll bust your a** for your dope f** us on our money and we'll slice your goddamn throat I don't like no n***a f**ing with mine But if he do I guess I'll kiss my freedom goodbye and do my time 'Cause I ain't no f**ing punk I'ma cold make n******gs into hoes After I get through with 'em they'll wear high heels and tight-a** clothes Damn skippy, I'm a young n***a But we can still catch a square, I don't give a f** 'bout your biz, n***a I rides nobody's dick, b**h you must be crazy I'm makin' it alone, running [?], baby Came into this world broke, but I'll leave it [?] [?] my a** in the ground See I ain't nothing but 18, so I'm still wild I'll do something that'll hurt you, like [?] child (The kidnapper) K.B. will scream at you later But see these, b**h, right now Pharoah's still fading ya And my mind's dope for '92 You can think about doing it, but you'll be dead if you do [Verse 2: K.B.] I'm not to be trusted, I'm mentally confused I've been running for days, to get paid for what I made because I can't be used n******gs don't understand what I done been through K.B. kidnapper went broke in '92 n******gs got me pissed I ain't your boy, n***a you can go on home with that hoe sh** Don't ever think that I will sell out like a hoe, G I'm only 17, [?] n***a own me I'm one motherf**er that they can't take Can't understand every move that I make, so they hesitate Yeah, you motherf**ers thought I was comin' Kidnapper don't bluff he watch you hoes get strongarmed I been sworn, you can't react, no turning back From payback you collapse with heart attacks I get pissed when a n***a try to diss I hope they miss but quit from lunatic madness Sadness 'cause you can't touch this figure Sooner or later you gonna respect me, n***a You hoes can talk that sh**, you better know, G Don't you hoes f** over me [Verse 3: Lil' Flea] Young n***a Lil' Flea, brand new, '92, and it's true Street Military is leaving motherf**ers in bayous Break a n***a, take a n***a' nuts quick Do you want another hit, might as well so Lil' Flea can pay the rent I k** a n***a for real while you're fronting, b**h I'm sick, I ain't got no sense, you think I'm just saying this? b**h, get a grip on your gal, on the cool n***a, 'cause she be licking Flea up and dont like a popsicle I ain't born a b**h, one day they all be sick All on a n***a's dick, s**ing my balls and sh** Any n***a can come with it I snatched a bone out your motherf**ing back and beat your a** with it I'm a crook, Pharoah's a thug, K.B.'s a threat [?] and Icy Hott fell in love with your dining room set And you know we ain't down for the kick-do' The next time you see me I'll be loading down in a six-fo' With my gat, my Oiler hat, and my vest and [?] Standing up in the six-four with the roof back n******gs'll rip, kids'll clip, better not fall or trip 'Cause ain't nothing changed but clips And that's all they see before they die, G If they try to f** over me and the Military [Verse 4: ?] The gangster b**hes don't take no bull Straight checking you n******gs when yo' a** wanna trip 'Cause you making the grip, you wanna give us lip That's money shanking yo a**, every chance she gets You think you're hard as hell, but hoe your game ain't tight I let my n***a push your [?] through the club last night I'm pulling nothing but jacks on simple marks like you [Taking your money under your cars from those straight gang moves?] All of a sudden you're going to jail and now [you love me so much?] Just leave your money, don't make calls, 'cause I don't give a f** And if you try to f** with me yo a**'ll leave in stitches Your mama should've taught ya 'bout us gangster b**hes [Verse 5: Icey Hott] b**h you're lucky if a n***a don't see ya I just might k** ya, [?] Shouldn't f** with Icey Hott the aggravated mobster Pulled off [?] so you won't call the laws or doctor Turn the radio up load so I won't hear this p**y beg Shoot him in the face with a 9 until the sh** turn mushy red I see your body shake as it bled Here comes [?] with a spray for your head [?] so no one will hear us Bury your body in a field by a farm so he's not near us Keep your pistol co*ked for the [?] that try to k** us Even though his motherf**ing backing n******gs fear us I got the heat from my gun, will blow a hole in your chest My hollow points exploded and got real swole in your neck That's what you get from Street Military That teaches you not to f** over me That's what you get from Street Military That teaches you not to f** over me