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(feat. Big Chiefa, Mr. Pookie) [Big Chiefa] Hold ya tongue Cuz you might say something I might not like (Uhmm) And if you do Then you just might lose your life tonight (Don't say nothing nigga) My big brother told me Never let a nigga fuck me (fuck me) And if I don't He'll never let a nigga touch me (touch me) Don't say nothing If you really ain't about no answer (Hold ya tongue nigga) Cuz where I'm from We be bout it Them domes be smashin' (Domes be smashin') I'm from West Dallas Say bra I'm gon' holla that (I'm gon holla that) Lil' brotha Lucci and Mr. Pookie They got my back (Look they got my back) Ooh Wee You betta learn who you fuckin' wit (what nigga) Say bra You betta hop off in some gangsta shit (Lay it down) I'm talkin' bout Letras de cancionesSki-maskes (They don't want none) And hollow tips (They don't want none) 4-4's, (Know ya role nigga) choppaz wit extended clips Whoa now I don't think you want to fuck wit that This ain't no movie Once you get killed ain't no comin' back (This ain't no movie) So if you ever get tha nerves to disrespect (Any ya'll) Disrespect tha Chiefa remember ya disrespectin' the West [Chorus x2: Big Chiefa] You niggaz bet not come half steppin' Cuz we got somethin' that'll split cha And watch them hollow points eat cha up Nigga What You can't touch me So I advise you niggaz Don't try to fuck me [Mr. Pookie] Now, I'm gon' tell you like this Betta be mo careful who you roll wit Cuz I got crook niggaz You think you know schemin' up on yo shit Talkin' all that hoe lip I won't be leanin' when I confiscate Hit ya place Wit a bunch of Crook niggaz while flashin' nickel plates I see you niggaz half steppin' Plottin' schemin' watch me think it up Now all my mark Crook niggaz squeeze and bust I leave ya crushed Caught em slippin' sippin' on yellow tusk Swelled em up Cuz in this game livin' is hell for us Can't let em be Turn tha tables He'll do tha same to me Takin' fleet And if you live Say boy ya best tah be Lucci please Calm me down 'for I let bullets free Shakin' leaves And in tha mist of this We takin' cheese I make em bleed Tell ya again boy if I have tah We comin' Ya runnin' I'ma send these hollow tips right at cha Feel tha wrath of three crook playaz From tha North and West we holdin' Keep on wit cha stuntin' Watch out for tha big ol' bouldaz we throwin' [Chorus x2] [Mr. Lucci] Get up out my face Quit crowdin' my space Peepin' me from neck to waist Knowin' you fakaz Soft as cakaz Pushin' Lucci tah cop tha case Who in tha fuck do you think I be? What in tha hell do you think you see? If it ain't treal then it ain't me Ain't nothin' but G'z about my streets That's all I know Clutchin' tha 4-4 And goin' toe foe toe Straight blow foe blow Makin' em bleed slow While us Crooks take control Me, P-O-O-K-I-E, and Chief Goin' on a rippin spree Triple deep Knockin' these ol' hoe ass nigga right up off they feet As we speed em up And heat em up Hollows steadily eat em up The ones that's thinkin' it's free tah bump The ones that's shakin' his feet in tha trunk Talkin' all that nonsense Fuck around make me bomb bitch Unless you want tah see me strong arm shit Keep thinkin' that I'm harmless I see em everyday Actin' like they born tah hate When I'm blowin' my cake What tha fuck is goin' tah take Tah let these niggaz know I wasn't born tah play From tha North of D It's Mista AKA Wig Splitta Showin' these half steppin' niggaz I'm serious bout my issues [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania