What it is man? Sup, Yung Joc, Block Entertainment
Yeah, you wan` know somethin`? Whatchu wanna know ni**a?
I`ma take this motherf**kin` time to let y`all ni**az know
I`m tired of playin` games, I`m tired of playin` witchu man

Preach on, y`all ni**az comin` up short on your money
Your re-up s**t ain`t right, nope, nope
Your grams off ni**a, get that s**t right
Tell `em shawty, let me talk to y`all

This ain`t make believe so why the f**k is you playin`
You better listen close to what the f**k I`m sayin`
`Cause really all it takes is a couple grand
Like AT&T, I reach out and I touch a man

Or I can let it go `cause it ain`t nuttin` man
But naw it`s the principle so f**k what you sayin`
E`ry dollar I want it, e`ry dime I need that
So when it`s time to break bread gimme no feedback

`Cause you don`t want to piss me off
And I get to poppin` like we poppin` Cristal
See I can`t help it, that`s just how we get down
Let off a couple rounds, turn your smile to a frown

Yeah, I know, you think I`m bluffin`
`Til I kick the do` and the goons they rush in
Lay down on the flo` where you keep the coke in
You say, "I don`t know" then your blood start gushin`

I done told your ass once, told your ass twice
F**kin` with my paper, you`re f**kin` wit`cha life
Don`t play wit it, don`t play wit it
Don`t play wit it, ni**a, don`t play wit it

I done told your ass once, told your ass twice
F**kin` with my paper, you`re f**kin` wit`cha life
Don`t play wit it, don`t play wit it
Don`t play wit it, ni**a, don`t play wit it

Here he come once again` Mr. Murder Man
Smokin` on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand
F**kin` with my rubber bands, get your ass murdered fast
Chop you up and chop ya, then stuff ya in a duffel bag

Ride wit`cha in the trunk `til ya smellin` bad
Get your daughter after class, ride by snatch her ass
I know a pussy ni**a owe me a couple stack
Pop him like he never had, but the ni**a holdin` back

I ain`t trippin` now I`m lettin` `em pass, got that ass
So I`m in the good, ni**a smokin` like a thermostat
Flashin` hella stacks, pie ni**a Pontiac
Actin` for these hoes with my money, what kinda s**t is that?

I ain`t feelin` that, pay me for my f**kin` pack
E`ry dime off e`ry zone, don`t gimme that
See it time for the chrome, go on pull it out
Sad Sunday service for the sucker in the parking lot

I done told your ass once, told your ass twice
F**kin` with my paper, you`re f**kin` wit`cha life
Don`t play wit it, don`t play wit it
Don`t play wit it, ni**a, don`t play wit it

I done told your ass once, told your ass twice
F**kin` with my paper, you`re f**kin` wit`cha life
Don`t play wit it, don`t play wit it
Don`t play wit it, ni**a, don`t play wit it

Better know the repercussions f**kin` with my dividends
Yeah, I got a hitman for the hitmen
Leave your baby momma numb and I touch many fans
If ye ain`t tryin` to see it, I suggest you start prayin`

All I`m sayin`, don`t try to play me like I`m soft
Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with that off
That Joc crawl blood, ni**a call me Red Cross
Leave your wig leakin` like you spilled spaghetti sauce

F**kin` with my paper, ye ain`t right
I`ma send them gators, in the middle of the night
Let `em split your tater, in front your wife
No one can save ya, put out your lights

You`re f**kin` with my paper, ye ain`t right
I`ma send them gators, in the middle of the night
Let `em split your tater, in front your wife
No one can save ya, put out your lights

I done told your ass once, told your ass twice
F**kin` with my paper, you`re f**kin` wit`cha life
Don`t play wit it, don`t play wit it
Don`t play wit it, ni**a, don`t play wit it

I done told your ass once, told your ass twice
F**kin` with my paper, you`re f**kin` wit`cha life
Don`t play wit it, don`t play wit it
Don`t play wit it, ni**a, don`t play wit it

It`s the big dawg, Diesel
Yung Joc in the building, ya heard me?