Round Here

So long, boy, you so gone You gon' learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it 'round here) We don't play no games, and if you wanna go to war There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it 'round here) What the fuck wrong with that boy? Get him I ain't got time to be toyin' with 'em When I'm with a shotgun, hit 'em, then he gon' vote He gonna know not to fuck with me no more Can't breathe no more Throw that bitch in the back of the truck And we gon' go dump you somewhere So deep that even we don't know We ridin', you ridin' with us or you gon' get ran over When I say we ridin', I ain't talkin' Range Rover Lifted-up trucks give a fuck about a boulder Shotgun in the rack hangin' right above my shoulder Poster with your face on it Face it, these bullets hit you in the face Fuck your shit up more than braces Ammo come in by the cases Have you leanin' like the Matrix Why you're family settin' up the wake? And all they sayin' is (sayin' is) So long, boy, you so gone You gon' learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it 'round here) We don't play no games, and if you wanna go to war There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it 'round here) So long, boy, you so gone You gon' learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it 'round here) We don't play no games, and if you wanna go to war There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it 'round here) Are you still talkin' shit, huh? You won't go away, just like a hiccup Bitch, I hit you, I promise you won't get up Get out my hair, don't bring that shit 'round here, boy, leave it be Or you gon' see the bottom of a fuckin' creek, RIP Yeah, Bubba, bad motherfucker, tires smokin', burnin' rubber Dirt and mud we got you covered Bitch, I put you six feet under Pistol underneath my seat I go to war, you go to sleep And I know that you heard of me Hell yeah, hell yeah Th-th-that boy A-Cal with a 50 cal I'm in your town and run that shit, yee, yee Don't play 'round, I'll lay you down Should've known boy not to fuck with me Should've known better not to throw with 'em Have you runnin' back like Jerome Bettis I'll light you up with that hot lead Then dump you off in the cold river I don't give a fuck, no fear Crack your head then a cold beer You ain't known here, don't go there Get dumped on a dirt road here Got a 12 gauge, I'm well paid Bought lots of bullets, put you front page Them headlines, you dead, I'm doing just fine, while the papers sayin' So long, boy, you so gone You gon' learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it 'round here) We don't play no games and if you wanna go to war There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it 'round here) So long, boy, you so gone You gon' learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it 'round here) We don't play no games, and if you wanna go to war There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it 'round here, 'round here) (Don't bring it 'round here, 'round here) (Don't bring it 'round here, 'round here)