Tussle (DJ Smalls Mix)

[Chorus: x2]

I'm a do some'ing bad to ya, cause you's a motherfucking hoe

I see you at a club, in the middle of the flo'

I'm a tussle with, I'm a tussle with, I'm a tussle with

I'm a tussle with ya, hope you got your niggas with you

Motherfucker better clear the path I feel the wrath, cause Tuck-N-Roll gon burn your scalp

Hoe niggas try to give me dap, but the see the flames like a witch's craft

It's about that time respect my mind, I'm one of a kind

Put that iron down buck em down, these jabs flying voodoo of mind

We gon keep it crunk, pull out a pump knock out his fronts

Nigga my whole team drunk, waiting for the rest your click throwing up

I'm gon drop a bitch, security ain't stopping this

Real niggas get pop-a-liss, right and drop a rhynoserous

See we all about pain you niggas is lame, we ahead of the game

Out of my tool is a train, we searching for change you hating on fame

Now, some of these ugly ass girls in herr

Think they too fly, to say what's up to a nigga

I want you to look at that and hoe and say

Fuck you (fuck you), fuck you (fuck you)

Fuck you (fuck you), fuck you (fuck you)

Now drop that trick, (drop that trick)

Drop that trick, (drop that trick)

Drop that trick, (drop that trick) drop that trick

[Chorus: x2]

Hold up purple one, let O-Tum invade the cut

And lean on a nigga, like (the drank up in my cup)

Everybody make room, I'm bout to cave his chest in

And make his eyes swell up, to where his edge up begin

Tum a shit starter, Tum always to blame

I ain't never played sports, therefor I don't play games

Better ask these dudes, I will rock a nigga ass

And if your click pop off, I'ma slap they monkey ass

Gangsta-gangstafied, that's how we do it in the Dirty

Hit a weenie nigga, with a combination flury

Left-right-right-left, overhand with a quitter

Make room in this bitch, when DSR enter

Headed straight to the bar, to get about a bub

After that hit VIP, and fire up some drugs