They Don't Wanna Fight - Koopsta Knicca

But these bitches don’t like me

They wanna get just like me

But they don’t wanna fight me

When I was up in jail, hated by many niggas

Maybe cause I fucked they bitches

This rap gon' hurt they feelings!

They always talkin' 'bout killin', what’s goin' on in the game

You tryin' to flip they saying I’m talkin' 'bout money mane

Must one-on-one are won, thirtyone and lost none

Hoe why these bitches quick to jump to get they head bump

Soon I be out the door, probation, not parole

Nothing can stop this pro, motherfucker ya ain’t know?

Soon I be in they bitch, they sprung on masturbation

They hoe gon' have my baby with all the time they facin'

But I’m gon' take a breath, sit back and let it go

Soon I be on the roll, blowin' kush with pretty hoes

Crash through your crowd, throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws

Killers that down with the homicide drive-by

Owning the streets we dwellin' on

I been on Jenny Jones, performed on Ricky Lake

Rock shows across the states, 8000 dollar plays

I dated 'cross the water, UK to Netherlands

Smoked out in Amsterdam, Germany my biggest fans

I been on Source awards, nominated for awards

The nation can’t avoid this «Tear da Club up» boy

They hate cause they ain’t shit and my whole click is rich

All my bitches thick while they be havin' fits

Got diamonds on my neck, Rolexes on my wrist

And that mane you can bet I’m cashin' royalty checks

The pit is still in me, and still poppin' bottles

Sippin' on purple lean, my girl’s a super model

If you don’t like this show go and tell it to yo hoe

Crash through your crowd, throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws

Killers that down with the homicide drive-by

Ownin the streets we drilling' em