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[Hook: Crooked I] You don't wanna fuck with me You don't wanna fuck with me You don't wanna fuck with me You don't wanna fuck with me Luciano! [Julius Luciano:] If a nigga look into my head You will see that my screws are missing I don't give a damn got my tool to fix shit When I say tool that's euphemistic For the ruger, I'm not tryna confuse you nitwits We can get on some pugilist shit Or feud with biscuits You can pick it If you wanna shoot terrific I don't usually miss with the uzi But you can risk it You're dealing with a top notch professional Choppin necks is my professional I confess my style Rockin extra foul Niggas wanna get rid of me I can question how Ya'll dudes ain't hot ya less than mild SongtexteI suggest ya try to shut ya mouth If I hear a consonant or vowel Then I get to pulling out my chopper Wet cha BLAOW! Yea Me and the Glock are best of pals You can rock a vest But even Ron Artest Cannot contest My shine under my T Is the mac in fact I'll rocket just like yao Yea I spit crack raw dope Put an end to niggas with this cat draws close I ain't tryna give you a minute to check Naw yo I let the gat talk BRAP! Nigga that's all folkss! Kenny Siegel! [Kenny Siegel:] Ya'll muthafuckas know that Kenny carry a weapon That'll teach you niggas who test me a leeson Ya sets finna lessen [?] I'll be up in a niggas home next then, he come back, raised a arm, "Now I got a question" That's when I blast clips Put em in the casket Hit em with the ratchet Hit em like a jab and stick em like a cactus Peel a couple caps and the bastards'll backflip Flip em like a mattress I'll make a nigga need some stitches in them light jeans, hit em with a knife [?] nigga might sleep Young villian I be killin em with my ink Spillin on a white sheet Put em under white sheets I'm a vultrue with the coldest dick for those who trip I hold them clips (I keep steel) Like a motionless, close ya lip, the chrome will spit, ya blown to bits (when he spill) Who can match me this, killer is crafty, this belligerent and militant nigga is nasty Catch a nigga grillin that's when I'm peelin the mac heat, pull that muthafucka quick as the hem on my KHAKIS! When this nigga add [?] to sentences I'm sinister when spittin raps, niggas be tremblin and I'm venomous with a pen and pad, killin my nemesis Even killin the innocent diminishes niggas in a bad MOOD! Demitrius Capone! [Demitrius Capone:] The Beretta wet a competitor sweater up never fucked with a predator, niggas better hide Better duck, nevermind I'm a Decepticon and Megatron'll find niggas every time I eat competitors with every line Cause I read his mind And served his freestyle ahead of time Before the nigga ever said a line, then I infrared his mind I dot niggas like the letter "I" See ya'll on that feminine shit I'm a nigga on that criminal shit Bitch niggas'll flip My spit is ridiculous Sicker than syphilis Slip in the clip and I'm ripping ya ligament Quicker than lickety split! This menacing and villainous niggas with Infamous Just the beginnin of Genesis Killin niggas with sentences The wickedest lyricist On the premesis with venomous FLOWS Even killin innocent witnesses If you a cop I'm killin ya From any block nigga from here to La Cienega I'm sendin ya shots to get rid of the opposition When I'm rippin the Glock to get rid of the competition I listen to Amitionz Az A Ridah Then the spirit of 'Pac enters me Then I got to hit em up, I don't give a fuck You not familiar With the mafia, my niggas is la familia (Nigga what!) [Hook: Crooked I] You don't wanna fuck with me You don't wanna fuck with me You don't wanna fuck with me You don't wanna fuck with me [Crooked I:] (Wait for it...) (Uh!) I'm a predator and a goon With a mack-11 and tech, I'm better than you assume These skeletons in the tomb, like veterans in platoon My weapon big enough to kill the elephant in the room You irrelevant, you felon in your development and element And I was intelligent in the womb Excellin in the cocoon With a extra digestive system for all competitors I CONSUME! Shoulda played the role of Cobain, suicide, tried to blow your own brain Now the lead finna clap, you'll be dead with your head in your lap Like you tried to blow your own brain You can die, Duke and I, nukin my enemies like Kim Jong-il Head huntin and pushin that red button so much, even Dick Cheney and Bush like "Chill dawg chill." Naw, I'm the real raw deal I was built off steel I'm a still draw steel I'm a deal ya'll steel I'll fulfill ya'll will I don't feel ya'll real On the real dawg KNEEL! You could burn with Satan, no lie Today's Friday, the day you gon' fry Brr POW CH-CH-CRAOW! those sound effects for the way you gon' die (bye) [Whisper:] You don't wanna fuck with me Aus Songtexte Mania