"Who Not Me" lyrics

[Small World & Ludacris:]
Uh-uh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow
Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin somethin
And you think they talking 'bout you, you not quite sure k nah m sayin
But it ain't no way they talking 'bout you
Introducing the new members of Disturbing Tha Peace
Small World from Norfolk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle
Here we go what?

[Ludacris:]
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

[Small World:]
3, 2, 1. What's begun, is the start
But bitch we be saying we "we just getting started it since one"
Y'all been monitoring, pondering 'bout it
How 'bout I pull it out and kapaowee, I'll heat 'em up as hot as Maui
Big Small World, Norfolk is the gang, extended clip in the jeans
Put 'em in a box like Bisquick
I'm a laker with clips, get 'em in the lake with clips
Truth is ya a clipper with clips ain't your bitch
I'm 'bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you for looting dollars
But you lootless and dollarless, fuck it I shot for Luda n Dolla
I crash parties, blast with proposed toast
I'mma have a problem like Scrap, if you blabbin like show hosts
Muffle your damn lips, or there'll be mixtures of blood and dandruff
If you don't get my damn drift
Creep to ya grave and leak D.T. Piss
This yo' highness at his least tempered
Keep it pimpin' and watch

[Ludacris:]
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

[Dolla Boi:]
I been having a bad day, the same old shit
We don't give a fuck about who you is
The same old clique, and the same old biz
The same old flip, with the same old whip
The same 4-4, with the same old clip
Half the bullets gone, the other half you can get, bitch
R.I.P., Rick James. "I'm rich bitch!"
You talkin' to much, nigga you a snitch bitch
And we don't do it like that
We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black
Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack
Unload 'em reload 'em, we back black
And when them gats letting off
Red dots, loud noises like planes taking off
Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross, make me bang at your boss
For them things coming soft, nigga

[Ludacris:]
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then it's dick I'll give her
Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver
Never back down, won't shake nor shiver
Fuck with me and get found in the Chattahoochee river
This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker
But shotties to the body makes him drop much quicker
Yeah I appear to be a nice little nigga
Fuck with anything I love and I'm a stone cold killer
Eating off of 'sace, sleeping on chinchilla
8-figure nigga, I'm a multi milla
See me in the street, it can't get no realer
Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla
My neighbors say my house can't get no bigger
I do good ass business, with a bad ass temper
Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper
Or I'll "brr-stick her, ha ha-ha stick her!"

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me