Who Not Me

Yeah, you ever hear somebody say something

And you think they talking about you but you not quite sure

You know what I'm saying?

But it ain't no way they could be talking about you

Introducing the new members of Disturbing Tha Peace

Small World from North Klique

Dolla Boy from Playaz Circle

And here we go

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Three, two, one, what's begun is the start of events

We been saying we just getting started with for months

Y'all been monitoring, pondering 'bout it

How 'bout I pull it out and ka-pow it

I'll heat 'em up hot as Maui

Big Small World, North Klique is the king

Extended clip in the jeans, put 'em in a box like Bisquick

I'm a Laker with clips, get 'em in a lake with clips

Truth is, you a Clipper with clips, ain't ya bitch?

I'm 'bout my loot and dollars, I'll shoot you for loot and dollars

But you lootless and dollarless

Fuck it I'll shoot for loot and dollar

I crash parties, blast with proposed toast

I'ma have a problem like scrap if you blabbing like show hosts

Muffle your damn lips or there'll be mixtures

Of blood and dandruff if you don't get my damn drift

Creep to your grave and leak DT piss

This is your highness at his least tempered, keep it pimping and watch

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

I've been having a bad day, the same old shit

We don't give a fuck about who you is

The same old clique in the same old biz

The same old flip with the same old whip

The same fo'-fo' with the same old clip

Half the bullets gone, the other half you can get

Bitch, R.I.P. Rick James on "Rich"

Bitch, you talking too much, **** you a snitch

Bitch, and we don't do it like that

We do three-quarter drops and we bring a brick back

Black, don't act, get your whole trap splat

Act, unload and reload, we back, black

And when them gats letting off

Red dots, loud noises like a plane taking off

Dolla Boy got the game in a cross

Make me bang at your boss for them thangs coming soft, ****

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Now if a bad bitch want dick then it's dick I'll give her

Ludacris, ****, I stand and deliver

Never back down, won't shake nor shiver

Fuck with me and get found in the Chattahoochee River

The seven inch shank'll put a stop to his ticker

But shotties to the body makes him drop much quicker

Yeah, I appear to be a nice little ****

Fuck with anything I love and I'm a stone cold killer

Eating on Versace, sleeping on chinchilla

Eight-figure ****, I'm a multi-mill-er

See me in the street, it can't get no realer

Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla

My neighbors say my house can't get no bigger

I do good ass business with a bad ass temper

Please tell your bitch stop playing with my zipper

Or I'll brrrrrrr stick her, ha ha-ha, snicker

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me!

Couldn't be me, naw, not me!