You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These (Unreleased '93 Shit)

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[Verse 1]
You don't wan[Am]na fuck wit these
You don't wanna [C]fuck wit [Am]these
Run up you big- ass [C]bitch and I'll
[Am]have you clockin' G's
Wit my [C]knockout [Am]jab,
mess around and [G]stab
Yo' [C]ass in the [Am]gut, I don't give a fuck
Down with the brown,
clownin' these honkies
That [C]got us in the [Am]mix with they 6[G]66
[Am]Tricks get found, stinkin' like [G]tuna
[Am]Bailin' through your hood
in my fresh suede Pumas
An[C]d I don't hit [Am]gates,
nigga pump yo' brakes
Cause [C]I ain't r[Am]unnin',
you better start [G]gunnin'
[Am]Take your hand off your metal
There's nowhere to hide,
cause the world is a ghetto
Want my [C]afro [Am]long like Mad Dawg
On a velvet poster, 40 on the coaster
[C]Cause mom[Am]s don't play that shit
[G]Been har[Am]d on a nigga since 8- 8- [C]6
Sayin' you need [Am]Jesus,
cause I got the [G]fresh [Am]sweatshirt
With the three fat, creases
[G]And it'[C]s on like tha[Am]t,
nigga where you [G]at?
[Am]At a phone booth,
I'm comin' in the [G]Coupe
[Am]Beanie pull over, fool there they go
[C]Drive real [Am]slow so we can
let them hoes know
That [C]G's even [Am]bust [G]on [C]L.A.P.D.'s
Make 'em eat [Am]cheese cause
they don't wanna [G]fuck with these

[Interlude 1]
And he don't wanna fuck wit these
[G]

[Verse 2]
I got mo' [Am]flavor than a ho with a dick
And a stick of gum on her tongue,
I get you [G]sprung
With the psycho- [Am]alpha- [G]disco, my fist go
In my pocket, grabbin' on my pistol
But I won't pull it out
'til it's time to spit
Make the girls say, "Damn,
niggas can't have shit"
[C]Cause I see [Am]Satan, waitin' in the cut
For this [C]black mother[Am]fucker,
to bail out his hut
And I don't give a mad- ass fuck
[G]About a she[C]riff who's try[Am]
in' to tear- off a hair off
My [C]chinny chin [Am]chin hit
him up with the [G]right
And [C]then I bend [Am]bend got
his ass in my sight
My [C]Chuck's hit the [Am]cement,
then I bent the corner
[Cm]Yellin', "Cop [Am]Killer",
and [G]fuck Time- Warner"
Got the wick- a- tick niggas say,
[F]damn he's so [G]sweet
Hypnotize [F#m]yo' ass like that
[G]shit "Knee Deep"
And you hate it, gang- affiliated
Niggas be bumpin',
just a little somethin'
From that loc'ed out nigga
that cater to the O.G.'s
And let you know,

[Verse 3]
that you don't wanna fuck wit these
[G]
And you don't wanna fuck wit these
And you don't wanna fuck wit these

[Verse 4]
[G]Rollin' through the hood,
when I see a bitch
[Am]I hit the switch, she's on my di[G]ck
Fresh t- shirt, thick like I hangs
They [Am]say I got S[G]t. Ide's
rushin' through my veins
From the [C]CRASH [Am]units, all the way to [G]Vice
They [C]claimin' Ice [Am]Cube,
ain't nuttin [G]nice
[Am]Cause I keep hittin', fuck Bill Clinton
No repentin', just representin'
I can [C]walk through the [Am]park cause
it's crazy after dark
Keep my [C]hand on my gun[Am],
cause I ain't the [G]one
[C]Bang [Am]you're dead, brains out your head
I [C]wish I was the [Am]nigga that
invented in[G]frared
[C]Now I got it [Am]poppin' but
what's that [G]odor?
[C]Smells like a [Am]hot pot of that
bakin' soda
[C]Cause I know [Am]nig gas from
A's [G]to Z's slangin' [Am]ki's
[G]Sayin' you don't wanna fuck wit[C] these[Am][G]
[Am]
[G][Am][C][Am]
[G][Am][C][Am]
[G][G]
Nigga please