Tussle

[Chorus: x2] I'm a do some'ing bad to ya, cause you's a motherfucking hoe I see you at a club, in the middle of the flo' I'm a tussle with, I'm a tussle with, I'm a tussle with I'm a tussle with ya, hope you got your niggas with you Motherfucker better clear the path I feel the wrath, cause Tuck-N-Roll gon burn your scalp Hoe niggas try to give me dap, but the see the flames like a witch's craft It's about that time respect my mind, I'm one of a kind Put that iron down buck em down, these jabs flying voodoo of mind We gon keep it crunk, pull out a pump knock out his fronts Nigga my whole team drunk, waiting for the rest your click throwing up I'm gon drop a bitch, security ain't stopping this Real niggas get pop-a-liss, right and drop a rhynoserous See we all about pain you niggas is lame, we ahead of the game Out of my tool is a train, we searching for change you hating on fame Now, some of these ugly ass girls in herr Think they too fly, to say what's up to a nigga I want you to look at that and hoe and say Fuck you (fuck you), fuck you (fuck you) Fuck you (fuck you), fuck you (fuck you) Now drop that trick, (drop that trick) Drop that trick, (drop that trick) Drop that trick, (drop that trick) drop that trick [Chorus: x2] Hold up purple one, let O-Tum invade the cut And lean on a nigga, like (the drank up in my cup) Everybody make room, I'm bout to cave his chest in And make his eyes swell up, to where his edge up begin Tum a shit starter, Tum always to blame I ain't never played sports, therefor I don't play games Better ask these dudes, I will rock a nigga ass And if your click pop off, I'ma slap they monkey ass Gangsta-gangstafied, that's how we do it in the Dirty Hit a weenie nigga, with a combination flury Left-right-right-left, overhand with a quitter Make room in this bitch, when DSR enter Headed straight to the bar, to get about a bub After that hit VIP, and fire up some drugs Tell judge they didn't pay the deposit, I ain't going up Rapping is tailored for us, so the game I'm sewing up Tum Tum and San T, Southside and the 3 Putting it down from Tayhouse, all the way to Mississippi All the gangstas in the place, all the hustlers in the place All the thugs in the place, put your hood in his face I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch I don't bar no squad, and I ain't afraid of no click It's the million dollar man, I get it popping in this bitch Better watch what you say, 'fore shit start dropping round this bitch [Chorus: x2] I'm a do something bad to ya, disrespect your set talk trash to ya And if you get out of line, I'ma bring it quick fast to ya Smash your head, in the concrete And H-Town Stomp, your bitch ass to the beat Till they see the white meat, for playing games with my gang My Hoggs off the chain, they'll dance on your brain In the middle of the club, like fuck it The laws see me, and act like they ain't seen nothing You niggas bluffing, talking hard acting like you want beef But when I see you on the streets, you hollin' bout you want peace One or one hundred deep, I'm crush you and them busters Straight smash on you suckas, you punks don't wanna tussle My nigga Tuck, say we ready to ride The whole Southside Dallas, waiting on the Southside H-Town to the D, we connect in the Tex' D-S-R and Boss Hogg, don't bar no plex we'll tussle with ya [Chorus: x2]