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Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers

Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.A., 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' with that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back

On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back
When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers and you 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, pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock

You can't fuck with me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
You still can't fuck with me

You can't fuck with me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
You still can't fuck with me

No go, who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' with my Uncle
'Cause 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 pit bull 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 gonna be, what it is gonna 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

You can't fuck with me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
You still can't fuck with me

You can't fuck with me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
You still can't fuck with me

Let's play a game of big bank take little bank
Big dank, take little dank
I average ninety-five in the paint
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 ring master, so fuck the clowns

Lost and found a new identity from here to infinity
God have mercy on all my enemies
Don't even test, waist 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, keepin' y'all outta the state penitentiary

You can't fuck with me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
You still can't fuck with me

You can't fuck with me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
You still can't fuck with me

Look nigga, I regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake while keepin' my faith
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?
You say the wrong thing and I'ma smack your face
Chase these niggas or waste these niggas
You did fucked up 'cause I'm 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
With 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' Beagle
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

Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers