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"Come FucK With Me" was written by Howse Stanley; Elliott Damon W.
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Do you really wanna fuck with me?
No, oh, oh, oh, no, nigga, never Flesh
Sooner or later, all of you haters gonna catch vapors
You don't wanna test

You never do know when absolutely
Nobody wanted to fuck with this cat. Then
Again, you really want a son and come and get done
Easily phat, then wanna put 'em on they back
Clack back mack, everyday focus the beam
Straight aim your way. Hittin?and pray
Eliminate playa haters in the ninety eight
And if you hatin? to elevate
The number one thugsta takin?
Off thousands, and I'm off bounds in here
But he wonder how did I do when I did this
My clique steady housin? fools
Get abused when they run up and lose bad
Look at him singin? the blues, so sad
Never no chance you might have had for fuckin?
With a man who's mad

Do you really wanna fuck with me?
No, oh, oh, oh, no, nigga, never Flesh
Sooner or later, all of you haters gonna catch vapors
You don't wanna test

Just to know what I'm bustin?
Some steady buck, and while I keep crushin?
You muthafuckas all ran outta luck
So never me hush up
Some of my boys had to keep me from cussin? lustin?
Pass the bud. Thinking of the bud, never no mercy
First these niggas gotta show a little heat
Before we hit 'em where it hurt. Hit 'em up worse
With a curse. Gotta put 'em on work daily
Swerve to the curb, hit a herb, hit a nerve
Flagrant all through the Land, I'm the man bump, bumpin?
In my Suburban. Pump up the volume
And I been through so much shit. You can fit, it
Got plenty of room
And they assume that they can roll with me, endin?
Up laid in they tomb

Do you really wanna fuck with me?
No, oh, oh, oh, no, nigga, never Flesh
Sooner or later, all of you haters gonna catch vapors
You don't wanna test

I gotta handle my business, and I'm in this to win this shhhh Never gone?
Stop till I finish. Any run against me they get diminished
I'm breakin? records in the book of the Guinness
And a nigga really meant this when I said this to you
And the rest of your crew take note
Boast with all of my dogs with a toast
North coast niggas, we ain't no joke
Hold, for the most, in a minute, could you?
Oh oh oh no
Then if I'm not you're gonna drop from the bullets I pop
Glock glock shots from my smokin? glock
Stop thinkin? that you can compete with my now
If you was to try then you might die
Should you realize Mo Thug
Millennium ain't to be tried, so why?

Do you really wanna fuck with me?
No, oh, oh, oh, no, nigga, never Flesh. Sooner or later
All of you haters gonna catch vapors, you don't wanna test

Songwriters
Howse Stanley; Elliott Damon W

Published by
WB MUSIC CORP.;D W E MUSIC/CHERRY LANE MUSIC;CONSTRUCTIVE POINTS MUSIC

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