Royce Da 5'9 - Nobody Fucking With Us & Crooked I Ft. Bun B | Текст песни

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• Royce Da 5'9
• Nobody Fucking With Us & Crooked I Ft. Bun B

[Bun B]
Let's get it started like transmission and alternators
Got the keys in the cage ready for who you call the greatest
Takin 'em down from the biggest bitches to smallest haters
I'm 'bout to serve these niggas, call 'em waiters
Got my mind right, money right, ready for war
And I got the C4, under my competitor's car
These niggas runnin 'round talkin 'bout they better than moi
When I'm done all that's gon' be left bitch is ya head and ya bra
Bitch I'm ahead of the pack, and I'm ahead of the game
And I put yo' head on a platter you put some shit on my name
Bitch I'm the shit, see the stains that I done left on the track?
And I ain't sayin no names but I left the best on they back
And they ain't sayin no names so I gotta say it myself
I'm finger fuckin this game so you gotta play with yourself
Don't pull a K off the shelf, or pull a strap out the stash
I ain't gotta draw the pistol, I will clap at yo' ass
I just let the hands of God toe-tap on you fast
Leave you mashed like potatoes on the top of the grass
Call the coppers to catch me and they'll just tell you to drop it
I'll find you sooner or later, and they can't do shit to stop it
Got that thang and I'mma pop it like a bubble on the double
I am trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble
We ain't wishin these niggas good luck, go get a clover
This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this shit is over

[Crooked I]
SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!)

[Joe Budden]
Look at ya man look back at me, yeah I know, sickenin' huh?
Few got a Porsche with only two doors, need to upgrade cause you missin' some
We just got two different bills, different styles, different sums
Started as a drive-by, ended as a hit-and-run
Stop me in the streets, let it be properly when you greet
Fuck lookin' for me, I'm on your property if it's beef
Not for robbery of ya piece, it's lobotomy with my peeps
That comraderie is usually sodomy for the beat
'Less my critics put a lens on them, so I could look through it
Shut the fuck up, probably mean that you too shook to do it
We'd see two pennies to your name, yet you so saucy
When I fix this game you can Thank Me Later for it, no Aubrey
Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit
My, future's bright, stars is by my head, Baby shit
Make me sick, what you eat don't make me shit
Found out the reason they hate me is my God-like presence, must be atheist
While all of the frauds in rap is talkin' swag put a fork in that
Slaughter's back, listen nigga I got houses all across the map
Even got a Boston pad, got this bitch from Boston bad
Well put her in a wrestlin' move, but I heard she got that Boston Crab
Batteries in your back, go by what he say
Just need you to know that it's no lee-way, and the tables are turned, go DJ
So you know what that blindfold's for
That bloodshed's a secret, let's keep it behind closed doors

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
Who you said was dope again?
Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin' with us, nobody fuckin' with us
Who you said was hot again?
Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin' with us
Who you say could spit again?
Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin' with us, nobody fuckin' with us
Who you say was dope again?
Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin' with us, nobody fuckin' with us

[Crooked I]
I'm the present and the future
Like Christmas in 2012 I'm the present in the future, an executive producer
You will never get to choose ya destiny cause you a pessimistic loser
Mess with me and I'll definitely shoot ya
I'mma do's ya like I'm reppin the Yakuza
Die hard like I'm sexing with Medusa, do something nigga
Born thuggin', I don't fuck with the cop