"Up In My Face" lyrics

Don't these niggas know we murder niggas for real, man?
Fucking around with Z-Ro nigga ya dead wrong
Dead wrong, dead wrong, dead wrong
Know I'm saying, when I walk in the motherfuckin club niggas be hatin
But guess what I see, though
I see some niggas tonight that should be having their head stomped
Head stomped, head stomped, head stomped

Excuse me, get off my motherfuckin toes
I ain't got no love for you motherfuckin hoes
Raise up, 'fore a nigga blaze up
I'd be the nigga that'll tear yo face up
With a left, a right, I'm out of sight, I'm boss
I don't give a fuck, you see me flippin when I floss
Riding with the Trae, riding with the Jay'ton
Riding with my brother, brother, then we be on
On a money-making mission, stackin our feddy
The world ain't ready, so heavy like a Chevy
Slow it down going down, we gon put it up
If you talking shit to us bitch, we shoot it up
Talking bout yo block now, I be riding with my Glock now
It's non-stop now, around the clock now
Gotta get my motherfucker paper
Stacking up my chips like Lego
Hey ho, I just want some brain
That's that nigga Trae, that's my right-hand man
Man, Nigga we gotta master plan
Nothing but thousand dollars spreads up in our hand
Fuck going to jail, gotta make bail
We living in hell, so what the fuck, oh well
And I don't give a damn, as long as a nigga stay free
Out here sippin codiene, blowing on tree
At ease, motherfucker, just relax
In my pocket, I gotta bunch of green backs
And that's a fact, I wouldn't tell no lie
If you run up, I'll put a swoll on your eye
Don't even try to run up on that water
I beat the nigga like a motherfuckin motor
Like a transmission, and I'm standing up hustlin
On the motherfuckin corner and I'm scufflin
To get my motherfuckin cheese, my motherfucking bread
And you get one up in your head
If you're running up, trying to take what's mine
And in my fucking pants line, I got that iron
Under my elastic, I'll put flowers up in a basket
For a bastard, to get his ass kicked
Try to fuck around with nigga that roll with plastic, yeah

Alright, know I'm saying?
I don't know why motherfuckers up in my face bumping they gums lately
All that bumpin', and then he said here
I don't know why motherfuckers up in my face bumping they gums, yeah
Yeah, lately... What the fuck do you want with me?
Feel me S.U.C (That's my clique)
S.U.C... (That's my fam)
And it can't stop till I D-I-E
Fuck around, In H-Town (Texas)

Alright, that's how we gonna ride out with this shit
Hoes know, niggas know, know I'm saying
We don't give a damn and I just did that off the top of my head

Leave a nigga dead from that lead (From that lead)
In his head (In his head)
Put him underground (ground), where he can't make a sound (can't make a sound)
We don't give fuck (We don't give fuck)
Cause we ride on buck (We ride on buck)
In a trophy truck (Trophy truck)
Leave a nigga stuck (Leave a nigga stuck)

Alright, and we gon ride out (ride out)
Slide out (slide out), ride out (ride out), know I'm saying
You gotta do it right when you do the ride out
Yeah nigga, 2K3 we do our dirt, but we hide it like a bottle of cyanide
We on the South-sill fa-lil, bitch
Guess that's just how it is
Fucking with us southside niggas
Fuck it, I guess that's just how it is, man
We don't give a damn, though
Niggas gonna have to make way for us, fool
Cause guess what...
You can keep watching, keep peeping, ya still sleeping, on the weekend. But we be up, and we be woke...
Damn, the beat gone? Fuck the track, let's go to the next one