"Da Tweakerz" lyrics

Grr, grr, come here
(Turn that bitch up, Dinero)

We them tweakers, tweak with us and we gon' bug (Yeah, we gon' bug)
We don't shoot out cars, we get on feet, hop out, start tossin' slugs (Grrah)
It's gettin' late, foenem say they need J, we sittin' out the club (Come here, come here)
Ain't showin' love, it's just me and my thugs, slidin' mask and gloves (We got mask and gloves)
Heard the opps was woofin' all on Live, let's get it crackin' (Let's get it crackin')
I ain't no rapper, if I see an opp, bounce out, just start to clappin' (Grr)
Craig and Day Day, we got action
Opp got wheel, take off, we scratchin' (Skrrt)
Ain't no rap cap in our raps, we just them tweakers who be rappin' (Them tweakers rappin')

I'm a stepper, play with me and I'ma blow
I know an opp, he got killed on his block, he died in front of the store
The opps some goofies, tryna party, have a bitch to drop the lo'
We pushin' up, the first niggas come out, they gettin' shot at the door
I'm Big Opp and I step on shit, so I know they don't like me
Summertime, they think it's hot outside, we put holes in his white tee
We fucked him up and if he didn't die, he in the 'spital fightin'
Fuck all the opps, wish I could kill 'em all, we strikin' shit like lightnin'
I pop out trim in mismatch designer, Amiri with the Ricks
Still got my switch, I'll up it quick and hit you in your shit
Please stop the bap, you never went on hits, boy, I know you a bitch
Last opp was lackin', we bounced out in traffic, drenched him with four sticks

Last opp was lackin', bounced out, we started clappin', he died with his bitch (He died with his bitch)
Me and K in traffic, late night in the 'Raq, he legal, I got switch (Grr)
Mask and gloves, all black Nike Tech when we go on them hits (We go on them hits)
Went to her crib and he ain't make it out 'cause he died with his dick, uh (He died with his dick)
Me and Big Opp out here racin' (Racin')
Last opp we caught, bounced out and chased him (Come here)
Roll a dead opp up in the 'Wood, sit back and I just face it (Aw)
Nah, that's not my main bitch, I don't fuck the same bitch (Nah, nah)
Bring hoes 'round the guys that's drunk as fuck, that get the gang lit (The gang lit)

We them tweakers, tweak with us and we gon' bug (Yeah, we gon' bug)
We don't shoot out cars, we get on feet, hop out, start tossin' slugs (Grrah)
It's gettin' late, foenem say they need J, we sittin' out the club (Come here, come here)
Ain't showin' love, it's just me and my thugs, slidin' mask and gloves (We got mask and gloves)
Heard the opps was woofin' all on Live, let's get it crackin' (Let's get it crackin')
I ain't no rapper, if I see an opp, bounce out, just start to clappin' (Grr)
Craig and Day Day, we got action
Opp got wheel, take off, we scratchin' (Skrrt)
Ain't no rap cap in our raps, we just them tweakers who be rappin'