Don't Start Shit

Lyrics for Don't Start Shit

Ah, yeah, Don't Start No Shit Part 3, nigga It’s last one, jawn, for real Got my nigga Big Low up in the mothafuckin' house Sweet Daddy Mack, my nigga Derrick Up in the McDonalds uniform, you know what I'm sayin’? If you ridin', don't start laughin' 'cause you heard me say that But this the last one, my nigga, for real Check this out Now, I've been sellin' dope for three years strong If a nigga wasn't on his feet, I helped him get back on Mothafuckas came to me, broke as hell, straight from jail Helped a dealer build his clientele, till my nigga would bail Gave to the homeless folks, now these blue boys lookin’ for me People tell me that the cops got a red dot on my spot Better known as my shop, but they know this shit is wrong Gave them rednecks fifty G’s to leave me the fuck alone Partners tell me "Move sharp", but I can't mess up what I got Four Corners wanna go to war, everybody got they Glocks Rumors spreadin’ around the hood Police want me, they can't wait Sixteen years of age, I can't go to jail 'cause I won’t graduate So it's time to make a move, but what kind should I make? Niggas down on Ferington said I should retaliate Niggas down on Peace Street Said I need to shoot at them bitches Turn 'em blues suits, to red suits And throw them bitches off in ditches Well that's what I got to do, then I got a phone call My cousin Elmo said "Them bastards comin when the Sun fall" Then I dialed the number of the precinct Told them tricks to think 'Cause now, they just started up some real shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Don't start no shit, won't be no shit Fucked up Is how I feel Momma cryin', and I'm tryin' not to lose my mind Phone ringin' all the time 5-0 keeps tappin' me, they got my conversations taped Will I make it? I don't know, but I refuse to go out fake Cars up and down my street What the fuck you comin' for? Told yo set "It ain't no thang, let us take they gang to war" So I told 'em, quick "Do that shit, let's leave some bodies droppin'" Mouths closed, kick out the hoes All you hear is guns cockin' Undercover mothafuckas cruisin' up and down the street Choosin', but tonight, they gon' be losin' when they lay six feet Time to pack my momma bags, send her over to grandma house 'Cause the minute to blast comin' fast, where's my mask? It's a task, mothafucka Don't start no shit, won't be no shit 'Cause this time, I ain't barrin' shit Snuck up on me fast, 5-0 ready to blast, at my ass Niggas had my back, but some of my niggas, ain't got no gat Now we fucked up, caught slippin' German Sheppard's quick as a bullet Got the same nine on my waistline, and I'm gon' pull it Now it's time to go 'Cause a nigga like me is finna run 99 behind me, I'm the hundredth nigga with a gun Constantly runnin' down the block Police chasin' me down hard Look at me back, all 4 Corner niggas dead in my yard Bullets flyin' by my head, now I revert to Plan B Jumped in the car, made it crank Put my Glock in the gas tank Cocked the hammer, waited for them cops to get a little closer Boom, all of them dead but I ended up in the med Don´t start no shit, won´t be no shit Don´t start no shit, won´t be no shit Don´t start no shit, won´t be no shit Don´t start no shit, won´t be no shit Don´t start no shit, won´t be no shit Don´t start no shit, won´t be no shit Don´t start no shit, won´t be no shit Don´t start no shit, won´t be no shit Don´t start no shit, won´t be no shit Don´t start no shit, won´t be no shit Don´t start no shit, won´t be no shit Don´t start no shit, won´t be no shit Ah, yeah, Tommy Wright III up in this bitch With the new tape, "Ashes 2 Ashes, Dust 2 Dust" R.I.P. on these hoes, you know what I'm sayin'? This for all the bitches that talked a lot of shit You know what I'm sayin'? Don't start none, won't be shit Part 3 Naw, let's put it like this here If you wouldn't have started shit It wouldn't have been no shit But now, you fucked in some ho shit, nigga I wanna send this shit out to all my MKothafuckas in South Memphis Where I grew up at before I moved to 4 Corners Everybody out on Peace Street, that's personal Pennsylvania Projects where a nigga raised All my niggas down on, um, mothafuckin' Fairington Crossed [?] I holla, my nig, yeah