You Don't Hear Me Doe

[DMG] Call me psychotive but I'm bad, nigga yo! And I'ma do ya bad, black And when I come, I'm bustin up niggas to hear me, black Ya should of never let a nigga see If there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me Huh, I waited for my date to come-of-age And now I'm of-age I can't escape the fucking front page So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again I kicks the funky shit and coke, and stupid like I'm Gilligan I'm P, supposed to hit a lick for a jack The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas coming back Nigga looking for they shit, aggravated and pissed Niggas they can't fuck with my clique I'm here to break em off for chunk A D-E-A-T-H-L-Y, a motherfucking punk And I be rolling with the brass Don't answer with the ziggers in your hood, he break your neck to roll apass, nigga Don't even stop to say "What up?" cause I bust for the fuck And pay some quick to light a motherfucker up Next time you stop me on your block, I hope you leave the place Or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face Nigga, I ain't the one to take no bullshit Cause see a nigga like the D is game to empty out the full clip So when I come for ya, act like ya know Sitting motherfucking smooth to the curb but you don't hear do' [Chorus] I'ma bring ya to ya asshole (uh) Do it like the G-to-O (yeah) Busting on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me do' (But you don't hear me do') Bring ya to ya asshole (uh) Do it like the G-to-O (yeah) Busting on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me do' [DMG] It's time to fuck em up, here it comes, blast, nigga! Thump to your chest and they coming out your ass, nigga I grew apart, livin my life as a criminal Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don't hear me do' So I'ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate D-um diverting nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock My Glock making sounds and it don't stop So nigga pass the swisha quick And I'ma blaze til the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips 'Cause, see a nigga gotta saty high I try to smoke til I can't smoke and then I won't smoke But still I got my fingers on my shit And click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch! You tried to test the wrong nigga, be a tested Straight from St.Paul but clocking G's down in Texas Some think I'm talk 'cause I play it cool But I ain't the average motherfucker, I do the shit that niggas won't do Huh, like pistol whip a woodie for his bank Then after that I gate and grab his bitch and do the samething And I will pain up the asshole Collecting grips on my drips as I stroll but you don't hear me do' [Chorus] [DMG] Ain't no mistaking what I'm bringing, you motherfuckers still ain't had enough So I'ma continue to break you off for proper ass chunk May it be 9, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank Any way you come I'm in your motherfucking shit, mate! Huh, a nigga busting caps, smoking fires Quick to bring it to your ass and keep on going til your ass die And it ain't no running down them backstreets Cause I got slugs to catch em with Carl Lewis on the track meet Huh, and still you want to test a nigga so Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don't hear me do' [Chorus] Yeah, check it!