You Don't Hear Me Doe (Screwed)

Call me psychotive but I'm bad, nigga yo

And I'ma do ya bad, black

And when I come, I'm bustin' up niggas to hear me, black

Ya should of never let a nigga see

If there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me

Huh, I waited for my date to come-of-age

And now I'm of-age I can't escape the fuckin' front page

So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again

I kicks the funky shit and coke and stupid like I'm Gilligan

I'm P, supposed to hit a lick for a jack

The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin' back

Nigga lookin' for they shit, aggravated and pissed

Niggas they can't fuck with my clique

I'm here to break 'em off for chunk

A D E A T H L Y, a motherfuckin' punk

And I be rollin' with the brass

Don't answer with the ziggers in your hood

He break your neck to roll a pass, nigga

Don't even stop to say "Whattup", 'cos I bust for the fuck

And pay some quick to light a motherfucker up

Next time you stop me on your block,

I hope you leave the place

Or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face

Nigga, I ain't the one to take no bullshit

'Cos see a nigga like the D

Is game to empty out the full clip

So when I come for ya, act like ya know

Sittin', motherfuckin' smooth to the curb but you don't hear Doe

I'ma bring ya to ya asshole

(Uh)

Do it like the G-to-O

(Yeah)

Bustin' on that ass but still I see

That you don't hear me doe

(But you don't hear me doe)

Bring ya to ya asshole

(Uh)

Do it like the G-to-O

(Yeah)

Bustin on that ass but still I see

That you don't hear me doe

It's time to fuck em up, here it comes, blast, nigga

Thump to your chest and they comin' out your ass, nigga

I grew apart, livin' my life as a criminal

Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don't hear me doe

So I'ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate

Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate

D-um divertin' nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock

My Glock makin' sounds and it don't stop

So nigga pass the swisha quick

And I'ma blaze till the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips

'Cos, see a nigga gotta say high

I try to smoke till I can't smoke and then I won't smoke

But still I got my fingers on my shit

And click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch

You tried to test the wrong nigga, be a tested

Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's down in Texas

Some think I'm talk cos I play it cool

But I ain't the average motherfucker

I do the shit that niggas won't do

Huh, like pistol whip a woodie for his bank

Then after that I gate and grab his bitch

And do the same thang

And I will pain up the asshole

Collectin' grips on my drips as

I stroll but you don't hear me doe

I'ma bring ya to ya asshole

(Uh)

Do it like the G-to-O

(Yeah)

Bustin' on that ass but still I see

That you don't hear me doe

(But you don't hear me doe)

Bring ya to ya asshole

(Uh)

Do it like the G-to-O

(Yeah)

Bustin on that ass but still I see

That you don't hear me doe

Ain't no mistakin' what I'm bringin'

You motherfuckers still ain't had enough

So I'ma continue to break you off for proper ass chunk

May it be nine, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank

Any way you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate

Huh, a nigga bustin' caps, smokin' fires

Quick to bring it to your ass and keep on goin' till your ass die

And it ain't no runnin' down dem backstreets

'Cos I got slugs to catch 'em with

Carl Lewis on the track meet

Huh and still you wanna test a nigga so

Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don't hear me doe

I'ma bring ya to ya asshole

(Uh)

Do it like the G-to-O

(Yeah)

Bustin' on that ass but still I see

That you don't hear me doe

(But you don't hear me doe)

Bring ya to ya asshole

(Uh)

Do it like the G-to-O

(Yeah)

Bustin on that ass but still I see

That you don't hear me doe

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