Don't say that, don't say that Don't say that (Word), don't say that (Word) Don't say that (Yah), don't say that (Yah) Shh, be quiet Don't say that shit around them niggas You know that's there? That's Bloc and them Those them niggas that be shootin'

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

Don't, give a damn Fight, while you can Kill, shoot em up They'll run amuck Shout, Judas Loud, they'll hear us Soldier, sailor They'll run for cover when they discover Everyone's a nervous wreck now

(Don't shoot shotgun) You got me bitin' my lip You're shootin' straight from the hip Run for cover, she's so dangerous Undercover, she's so shameless Run, run for cover Don't shoot, shoot She's so dangerous (shotgun, gun) Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right

Come on now, honey In between the sheets? Don't you want to live with me? I got nasty habits, I take tea at three Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner Must be hung up for a week My best friend, he shoots water rats And feeds them to his geese Don'cha think

Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet Different colored coupes, shmoney on the floor yeah They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah (Scum Gang!) I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas busting at the cops, on the

Broken arrows in the dark So take my hand, don't let go 'Cause it's not too late, it's not too late I, I see the hope in your heart And sometimes you lose it, sometimes you're shooting But I, I see the hope in your heart You stripped your love down to

I'm home for the summer, shoot out the lights Don't blow my cover, oh I'm free tonight I'm coming over, call all your friends Somebody hold me all the pretty girls said Shut up and kiss me all the pretty girls said All of the whiskey went to my head All

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter And lean a little closer You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild And when the night is almost over Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat And do a

Don't hang your head, so the wise man said, or boy you'll soon be dead You better run, run Manuela-uela run (Gonna shoot you in the back with your own gun) You better run, run Manuela run Don't look now, you better watch that sword that's hanging over