Raekwon, Mobb Deep - Can’t Fuck Wit lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah (Let it go let it go)
Yo, that's right (uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (That's right)
Oh, yeah (Check it out, tell 'em, dunn) oh

Y'all niggas can't fuck wit the
Niggas I fuck wit (uh uh)
Really don't wanna fuck wit
Niggas I fuck wit (uh uh)
Y'all niggas minor league in
My eyes for real
Y'all niggas wanna pop shit? See me
When ya get a record deal

Yo, if I sat at wrote a verse
For all the niggas I hated
Most definitely, if not you
Kill somebody belated
Sound foul with a subject, dunn
No women or kids
Dump you up under a bridge in a cardboard box
I'm like nothin to do wit it
Believe it or not
I'm washin my hands to get
Bent with Henney or rock
Up in the rep bangin my chest off
Pealin my socks niggas do it to death
I sleep with my 6 cocked
Like Henney rock, one sip, ya love it a lot
While you sleepin
I'm creapin wit the intricate plot
Cuz picture me up in the morgue
Way before my time
Picture you tryin to get my while
I'm still tryin to get mines
Asshole, have ya brain lookin like Castro
Dunn, I heard you wanted me
(be careful what you ask for)
Bitch, if I buck you, damn Short snitched
The nigga just mad cuz he can't cop crisp

I observe the dread, winter time
Big shot in my leg
Blood barrels, a big thick Benneton keg
Razor glass full, salute all teflon
Shoot wit the left arm
We sleepin wit nukes, the blood is shed warm
High-voltage guns, nuns wit jums in the gums
Razors, lazers, bulletproof blazers
Yo, remind what the team chanted
They bought the jewel from a don
Wit a king-sized hat on, slanted
Kangol wit Bentol, ya mental, mid-war
Spill Hen' in the store
That's for the own'
Blaze wit a bent 4, yo these laws is your's
When we pour gasoline all in
Ya pours and draws
So decievin, flow speed change, lay him down
Empty breathin instead of these leaks
We leave the weak weapin
Operation: apparatus
Spray shots through ya grey Stratus
Straight up status for maggots


Soldier boys stay on ya toes
Be on ya P's and Q's
Keep ya eyes bright comin out ya buildin
Duke you might bump into a bullet
Or stumble on ya death
Niggas slumber, I put 'em in a deep coma
I keep guns cuz it's like that
You figure it out i got an arson for niggas
Tryin to figure me out
You ain't a killa, you just talk more
Runnin ya mouth the type of nigga
We'll stomp out and bloody down
Look, we a Mobb for real
Don't let the LP's twist it
Cut me a cheque cuz I don't talk business
Drop anthems worth millions
And spend millions
Take trips with my niggas to
The Keys on the weekends
Serious jewels, pissy off the fruit's
Dunn, we move like the marines
Move when we come through
Seduce bitches dizzy
Half they friends and they moms wanna hit me
Y'all know my stiggity

Yeah, yeah