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letra de you don't want to fuck with us - mr. criminal & lil sicko

[verse 1: lil sicko]
b-tch, remember late night creepin’ out back with some heat
that sick wid it sh-t that’ll knock you on your feet
if you try to compete, sh-t, i’ll murder your ass
don’t look at me wrong, i won’t hesitate to blast
lil sicko, a real gangsta from the streets
a drug dealin’ motherf-cker always on the creep
rollin’ deep, strapped with aks and glocks
in that big slimer dunk that’ll take over blocks
what you thought? b-tch, i don’t know about the game?
you stupid motherf-cker, how you think i got my fame?
i run thangs, plus i’m a well known person
hit you with the street sweeper and leave your ass hurtin’
me and crim-min-mi-nal, so how you like us now?
smokin’ on that sticky sh-t constantly by the pound
f-ck around, and big trucks with big rims
give a f-ck about the fame, we in the game just to win

[chorus: mr. fern]
you don’t wanna f-ck with us
realest on the block and tightest in the game
said you don’t wanna f-ck with us
’cause f-ckin’ with us both, equal two to the brain
said you don’t wanna f-ck with us
realest on the block and tightest in the game
said you don’t wanna f-ck with us
’cause f-ckin’ with us both, equal two to the brain
[verse 2: mr. criminal]
i’m on some homicidal sh-t, man, i don’t f-ck around
one of the hardest rappers in the game goin’ pound for pound
ask about criminal man, they’ll tell you that i put it down
another soldier in the battlefield, exchange a rap for rap
southern k!lla california, dog, that’s where i come from
see the hate that’s in your eyes, you wanna come and get some
pack the mac-90, equipped with a clip drum
layin’ in a puddle of blood, wonder why you get none
all these fools are jealous ’cause they girls wanna give me brain
since criminal mentality, certified with ghetto fame
hear me, fool, we miss you on these calles, dog, i feel your pain
never thought about the consequence, satisfied when the money came
down for the shame, another soldier in the struggle
tryna keep myself humble, addin’ pieces to this puzzle
and it’s hard as f-ck, but i’ma make it, never stop
hundred thousand when it drops, i’ma take it to the top, b-tch

[verse 3: lil sicko]
i’m tired of all these motherf-ckers talkin’ ’bout this and that
same day ya sick a b-tch, i’ll crack you with a bat
ayo, criminal, what’s up, man, dog, hold my strap
so i can knock the b-tch lid straight flat on his back
i don’t play no games, b-tch, i’m ’bout mine
strapped in the vocal booth every time i rhyme
lil sicko, one of the realest in the game
me and criminal, sh-t, you feel what i’m sayin’?
[verse 4: mr. criminal]
it’s mr. criminal and lil sicko, we pullin’ out pistols
known for handlin’ issues, watch out, we comin’ to get you
fools be claimin’ that they k!llers, pullin’ straps and they rat
knowin’ when we hit they block, these fools just run and collapse
fools be showin’ straight respect, ’cause we’re as real as it gets
knowin’ i never go to war, with no fear or regrets
’til the day that i go, i’ma ride ’til my death
these fools are scared as f-ck when criminal and lil sicko connect

[chorus: mr. fern]
you don’t wanna f-ck with us
realest on the block and tightest in the game
said you don’t wanna f-ck with us
’cause f-ckin’ with us both equal two to the brain
said you don’t wanna f-ck with us
realest on the block and tightest in the game
said you don’t wanna f-ck with us
’cause f-ckin’ with us both equal two to the brain

- mr criminal lil sicko

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