Lyric I m Not Just
[Soulja Slim]
Uptown !!
[C-Murder]
Umm hmmmmm.. CP3
I Don t Give A Fuck 2x
[Chorus] 2x
I Don t Give A Fuck,
Nigga What, I m Bout It Bout It
I m not just a good ass rapper
[Soulja Slim]
You don t wan fuck wit me, I m murdered out, I m dirty south
We can push pistols off in yo mouth
I told you once what I was bout, guess you aint pay attention
You put yourself in this position, beefin was your intentions
I aint got time for that, I done that in my younger days
So I ma lay low, knock you off your feet with the drum on the K
I love the town where they BLUCKA BLUCKA, BLUCKA BLUCKA
Constantly hearin BLUCK BLUCK, BLUCK BLUCK
Don t fuck with me bitch nigga
I m Gunsmoke the ditch digga
Go getta, Cisco fa sho nigga, ya know me
If I holler Whodi, my soldiers comin without questions
Suited and booted, facial expressions full of that foolishness
[chorus] 4x
[C-Murder]
Ya ll heard of me, I m Callio and I don t give a Lily
From a gunpoint range I ll have you lookin silly
I m C-Murder, plus I m murdered out
I m representin, every nigga up out that dirty south
I keeps it trill, worth a mill, plus 20 mo
And still you ll catch me in the projects by the liquor sto
Cause I don t give a fuck, a nigga buck, I buck back
Niggas pull they shit, and cock they shit, you already hit (BLOO!)
Aint that a bitch, I ma head busta on the slick though
So watch a nigga, pop a nigga, drop a nigga
Shit, I aint forgot ya nigga
I love it when you iced up, that brings the price up
Ski masked nigga (gun cocks) don t make me put this mic up
[chorus]
[T-Bo]
I aint givin a fuck what you talkin bout
I ma represent the dirty south,
until my gold teeth fall out my fuckin mouth
I m bout it bout it, I aint just no good ass rapper
Got everybody and they mama sayin THAT S THAT CRACKA
You gotdamn right that s me, rollin wit Slim and C
Representin the B.R.C., the Magnolia, and CP3
I wish one of you clowns write a rap about us
So I can buck yo ass down and blow up your tour bus
Screamin I LOVE HIP HOP , you get bitch popped
Your kids kidnapped, your car jacked, gimme your wristwatch
Better hope you don t see me comin down yo street in a beat up Cutlass
Haulin ass with the windows down
Gun out, ski masked, screamin FUCK THIS
[Chorus]
Uptown !!
[C-Murder]
Umm hmmmmm.. CP3
I Don t Give A Fuck 2x
[Chorus] 2x
I Don t Give A Fuck,
Nigga What, I m Bout It Bout It
I m not just a good ass rapper
[Soulja Slim]
You don t wan fuck wit me, I m murdered out, I m dirty south
We can push pistols off in yo mouth
I told you once what I was bout, guess you aint pay attention
You put yourself in this position, beefin was your intentions
I aint got time for that, I done that in my younger days
So I ma lay low, knock you off your feet with the drum on the K
I love the town where they BLUCKA BLUCKA, BLUCKA BLUCKA
Constantly hearin BLUCK BLUCK, BLUCK BLUCK
Don t fuck with me bitch nigga
I m Gunsmoke the ditch digga
Go getta, Cisco fa sho nigga, ya know me
If I holler Whodi, my soldiers comin without questions
Suited and booted, facial expressions full of that foolishness
[chorus] 4x
[C-Murder]
Ya ll heard of me, I m Callio and I don t give a Lily
From a gunpoint range I ll have you lookin silly
I m C-Murder, plus I m murdered out
I m representin, every nigga up out that dirty south
I keeps it trill, worth a mill, plus 20 mo
And still you ll catch me in the projects by the liquor sto
Cause I don t give a fuck, a nigga buck, I buck back
Niggas pull they shit, and cock they shit, you already hit (BLOO!)
Aint that a bitch, I ma head busta on the slick though
So watch a nigga, pop a nigga, drop a nigga
Shit, I aint forgot ya nigga
I love it when you iced up, that brings the price up
Ski masked nigga (gun cocks) don t make me put this mic up
[chorus]
[T-Bo]
I aint givin a fuck what you talkin bout
I ma represent the dirty south,
until my gold teeth fall out my fuckin mouth
I m bout it bout it, I aint just no good ass rapper
Got everybody and they mama sayin THAT S THAT CRACKA
You gotdamn right that s me, rollin wit Slim and C
Representin the B.R.C., the Magnolia, and CP3
I wish one of you clowns write a rap about us
So I can buck yo ass down and blow up your tour bus
Screamin I LOVE HIP HOP , you get bitch popped
Your kids kidnapped, your car jacked, gimme your wristwatch
Better hope you don t see me comin down yo street in a beat up Cutlass
Haulin ass with the windows down
Gun out, ski masked, screamin FUCK THIS
[Chorus]
