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[Snoop Dogg & (LL Cool J)]
Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z
(Yeah)
Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers
(Yeah, yeah)

[LL Cool J]
Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke I´m raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (wooo!)
Your momma wanna chase, I´m just statin´ the fact
L ain´t think about your broad, all I want is the stacks
Cats flashin´ in my face is who I´m laughin´ at
So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin´ wit that?
Thought ´cha girl ain´t feelin´ me
Why she grillin´ me, Black?
Admit I´m the man or else I´ll twist her uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back
What I care if you´re new school, all y´all records is whack

I´m from Q, for Quiet Killers
And U know I deliver
The double N, enough ammo for every nigga
S, that spell Queens stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I must address that
Once and for all, what´s my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy, plus he ain´t funny as Chris Rock, ha

[LL Cool J, Snoop Dogg & Xzibit]
You can´t fuck with me
Can´t fuck with me
I don´t care about your imagery
Fuck, nigga
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Fucker, c´mon
You still can´t fuck with me
You can´t fuck with me

You can´t fuck with me
You can´t fuck with me
I don´t care about your imagery
Fucker, motherfucker
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Yeah, nigga what
You still can´t fuck with me

[Jayo Felony]
NO GO!!!
Who you thought it was? Don´t be fuckin´ with my Uncle, ´cuz
One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I kill ´em In Living Color, on Any Given Sunday
They all anxious to be waitin´ to see how ill is my style
And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now

And get ´em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like, you on your belly, gimme the key
What is it gon´ be, what it is gon´ see
When your blutter don´t mean
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like, "Nigga, what´s this song mean"
L got ´em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
Tattooed Def Jam under your wing like that
What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth
Glad to escape down south to my Miami house
And fifty spring in the couch
[LL Cool J, Snoop Dogg & Xzibit]

You can´t fuck with me
Can´t fuck with me
I don´t care about your imagery
Fuck, nigga
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Fucker, c´mon
You still can´t fuck with me
You can´t fuck with me
You can´t fuck with me
You can´t fuck with me
I don´t care about your imagery
Fucker, motherfucker
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Yeah, nigga what
You still can´t fuck with me

[Xzibit]
Let´s play a game of big bank take little bank (yeah)

Big dank take little dank (yeah)
I average ninety-five in the paint (c´mon)
We comin´ down like a shank
I know you wanna ride, but you can´t
We all up in your shit like a shank
Don´t make me stop and pull brakes
Ya two downs are lookin´ cool, freakin´ a sound
Yo, I get fucked up and terrorize the town
I´m the circus ringmaster so fuck the clowns
I bust, lyrics and rounds at the Lyricist Lounge
Lost and Found a new identity, from here to infinity (yeah)
God have mercy on all my enemies
Don´t even test, waste your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off, like the Kennedy´s
I´m pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedy
Makin´ niggas retire but reclaim disability

Agility, keppin´ y´all outta the state penitentiary
[LL Cool J, Snoop Dogg & Xzibit]
You can´t fuck with me
Can´t fuck with me
I don´t care about your imagery
Fuck, nigga
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Fucker, c´mon
You still can´t fuck with me
You can´t fuck with me
You can´t fuck with me
You can´t fuck with me
I don´t care about your imagery
Fucker, motherfucker
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Yeah, nigga what
You still can´t fuck with me

[Snoop Dogg]
Look, nigga I, regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake, while keepin´ my faith (uh-huh)
Demonstratin´ from the funk shit to the H
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You weedin at my table, did you say your grace? (huh)
You say the wrong thing and I´ma smack your face (bee-atch)
Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (say what)
You did fucked up ´cause I´ma break these niggas
Spray them, liquidate ´em, fade ´em all
Suckers, I hate ´em, laws I pay them off
Big Dogg, in this motherfuckin´ bar
Wit Uncle L, don´t tell Baby Dogg, "Yes y´all"

We do this with no flaws
I love my bitch with no drawers and no bras
No laws, we break ´em from the get-go
Slidin´ by, ridin´ high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love livin´ illegal
Servin´ or swervin´ in a ´85 Regal
Look here, bitch, you ain´t a motherfuckin´ Beagel
I take off on your ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples
Just in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk
Two of the homies, and one of ´em got a piece on
And they never hesitate to dissolve