(Big Chiefa) Hold ya tongue Cuz you might say something I might not like (Uhmm) And if you do Then you just might lose your life tonight (Don`t say nothing nigga) My big brother told me Never let a nigga fuck me (fuck me) And if I don`t He`ll never let a nigga touch me (touch me) Don`t say nothing If you really ain`t about no answer (Hold ya tongue nigga) Cuz where I`m from We be bout it Them domes be smashin` (Domes be smashin`) I`m from West Dallas Say bra I`m gon` holla that (I`m gon holla that) Lil` brotha Lucci and Mr. Pookie They got my back (Look they got my back) Ooh Wee You betta learn who you fuckin` wit (what nigga) Say bra You betta hop off in some gangsta shit (Lay it down) I`m talkin` bout Ski-maskes (They don`t want none) And hollow tips (They don`t want none) 4-4`s, (Know ya role nigga) choppaz wit extended clips Whoa now I don`t think you want to fuck wit that This ain`t no movie Once you get killed ain`t no comin` back (This ain`t no movie) So if you ever get tha nerves to disrespect (Any ya`ll) Disrespect tha Chiefa remember ya disrespectin` the West
Chorus 2X (Big Chiefa) You niggaz bet not come half steppin` Cuz we got somethin` that`ll split cha And watch them hollow points eat cha up Nigga What You can`t touch me So I advise you niggaz Don`t try to fuck me
(Mr. Pookie) Now, I`m gon` tell you like this Betta be mo careful who you roll wit Cuz I got crook niggaz You think you know schemin` up on yo shit Talkin` all that hoe lip I won`t be leanin` when I confiscate Hit ya place Wit a bunch of Crook niggaz while flashin` nickel plates I see you niggaz half steppin` Plottin` schemin` watch me think it up Now all my mark Crook niggaz squeeze and bust I leave ya crushed Caught em slippin` sippin` on yellow tusk Swelled em up Cuz in this game livin` is hell for us Can`t let em be Turn tha tables He`ll do tha same to me Takin` fleet And if you live Say boy ya best tah be Lucci please Calm me down `for I let bullets free Shakin` leaves And in tha mist of this We takin` cheese I make em bleed Tell ya again boy if I have tah We comin` Ya runnin` I`ma send these hollow tips right at cha Feel tha wrath of three crook playaz From tha North and West we holdin` Keep on wit cha stuntin` Watch out for tha big ol` bouldaz we throwin`
Chorus 2X
(Mr. Lucci) Get up out my face Quit crowdin` my space Peepin` me from neck to waist Knowin` you fakaz Soft as cakaz Pushin` Lucci tah cop tha case Who in tha fuck do you think I be? What in tha hell do you think you see? If it ain`t treal then it ain`t me Ain`t nothin` but G`z about my streets That`s all I know Clutchin` tha 4-4 And goin` toe foe toe Straight blow foe blow Makin` em bleed slow While us Crooks take control Me, P-O-O-K-I-E, and Chief Goin` on a rippin spree Triple deep Knockin` these ol` hoe ass nigga right up off they feet As we speed em up And heat em up Hollows steadily eat em up The ones that`s thinkin` it`s free tah bump The ones that`s shakin` his feet in tha trunk Talkin` all that nonsense Fuck around make me bomb bitch Unless you want tah see me strong arm shit Keep thinkin` that I`m harmless I see em everyday Actin` like they born tah hate When I`m blowin` my cake What tha fuck is goin` tah take Tah let these niggaz know I wasn`t born tah play From tha North of D It`s Mista AKA Wig Splitta Showin` these half steppin` niggaz I`m serious bout my issues
