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Artist: G-Unit
Album:  The Beauty of Independence
Song:   I Don't Fuck With You
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[Intro: 50 Cent]
Don't wanna talk to you, don't know you
Don't know how you know my name
I got a reputation of police chasin
You're a bitch, I let it bang
Nigga you keep talkin
I keep walkin
Fuck around 'til the heat talkin
Then it's your coffin

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga talkin just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wan' shoot the shit, I'ma shoot a bitch (yeah)
Don't wan' shoot the shit, I'ma shoot a bitch (yeah!)

[Kidd Kidd]
Kidd nigga
I don't fuck with you and you know it, show it, fo' deep whips stolen, rollin
Fo'-five I tote it, blow it, leave your head split open, swollen
Now it's all in yo' noggin, poppin, deuce-deuce in my pocket, rock it
Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the Feds come knockin drop it
Man they plottin on my drug house (my drug house)
Man I hope they don't run in before I run out (pyoon!) I'm runnin out
I don't know who to trust now, no dap, hugs or "what's ups" now
I don't fuck around with them fuck arounds, you see me you'll get the fuck from 'round

[Young Buck]
I don't talk, text, I don't off bets, I don't fuck with niggaz ain't from the set
I'm from the projects, surprised you ain't got robbed yet
I really don't do no conversatin, no call waitin, I know y'all hatin, I'm cool with it
On probation with no patience, I hop out and act a fool with it
Fuck who did it, if you with it then you get it, two to your fitted
I don't fuck with none of y'all anyway; your funeral could be any day
Ever since I said send the Yay', you fuck niggaz been in the way
I'm just doin what 50 say, puttin a hundred rounds in the K


[50 Cent]
My fo'-five I grip it, grip it, work chef and I'll whip it, whip it
Four days and I'll flip it, flip it, fuck off a meal ticket, ticket
Hoes wanna come kick it, kick it, heard a nigga will trick it, pick it
up after we throw it, throw it - big money, we blow it
That gangsta shit, we did it, get it? Still do, we ain't new to it
Boy I ain't never gon' tell on me, you bitch nigga, bet you do
You talk a lot, niggaz 'round here don't say much
Niggaz 'round here don't play much, soon as shit pop, they blame us
Cause the money ain't never gon' change us

[Tony Yayo]
A lot of gun talk in the streets
... But real recognize real beef
And real soldiers get the mission accomplished
Never slippin, steady grippin, killin for nonsense
Sideline hatin, back-bitin haters
Catch you in your car like them red light cameras
Green light, what? Green light, WHO?
My money cause a fuckin Holocaust, I green-light YOU!

[Chorus] - 2X