Tussle

[Hook x2] I'ma do somethin' bad to ya, cuz you a motherfuckin' ho If I see you at the club in the middle of the flo' I'ma tussle, I'ma tussle We gon' tussle, we gon' tussle We gon' tussle better hope ya got ya niggas with ya [Z-Ro] Motherfucker better clear a path, I feel the wrath Cuz Tuck and Ro gon' burn ya scalp Ho nigga tried to give me doubt But I keep them snakes like a witches crown It's about that time, respect my mind, I'm one of a kind Been eyein' dime, fuck a dime These jabs flyin' who threw 'em, mine We gon' keep it crunk, pull out a pump knock out his fronts Nigga my whole team drunk waitin' for the rest of ya crew goin' numb I'm gon' drop a bitch, secuirty ain't stoppin' this Real niggas get compliments, I'll drop a rhinoceros See we all about pain, you niggas is lame, we head of the game All my troopers are trained, we searchin' for chains, you hatin' on fame Some of these ugly ass girls in here think they too fly to say what's up to a nigga I want you to look at that ho an say FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) Now gut that bitch (GUT THAT BITCH) GUT THAT BITCH (GUT THAT BITCH) GUT THAT BITCH (GUT THAT BITCH) GUT THAT BITCH (GUT THAT BITCH) [Hook x2] [Tum-Tum] Uh huh, hold up purple one let oh 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 eye swell up to where his edge up begin Tum a shit starter, Tum always to blame I ain't never played sports therefore I don't play games Better ask these dudes I will rock a nigga ass And if yo chick pop off I'ma slap her monkey ass Straight gangsta-gangstafied that's how we do it in the dirty Hit a weenie nigga with a combination flurry Left, right, right, left over hand hitter-quitter Make room in this bitch when DSR enter I'm headed straight to the bar to get a bottle bub After that hit V.I.P. and fire up some drugs Tell drubs they didn't pay the deposit they ain't goin' up Rappin' is tailored for us, shorty the game I'm sewin' up Tum-Tum and San T, southside and the three Puttin' it down from Tate house all the way to Mississippi All the gangstas in the place, all the hustlers in the place All the thugs in the place put ya hood in his face I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch I don't part no squad and I ain't afraid of no click It's a million dollar man I get it poppin' in this bitch Better watch what you say before shells I drop around this bitch, straight [Hook x2] [Big Tuck] I'ma skirt around the club till I see this nigga here I'ma rush the bitch nigga hit his head with a beer I ain't playin' neither, I ain't playin' neither I'ma swing till there's blood on my wife beater Put ya dukes up, put ya dukes up You don't want Tuck's hook, jab, uppercut Put ya dukes up, put ya dukes up I'm bad news fixin' tear the fuckin' club up Fuck security nigga, fuck security nigga I'm fixin' fire up this Sweet I'ma lure 'em to me Fuck security nigga, fuck security nigga I'm fixin' fire up this Sweet I'ma lure 'em to me Put ya hood in his face, put ya hood in his face If it ain't your's put his ass in his place You don't want it with me, you don't want it with me You don't want it with me, you don't want it with me [Hook x2]