You Don`t Hear Me Doe

<br>[DMG]<br>Call me psychotive but I`m bad, nigga yo!<br>And I`ma do ya bad, black<br>And when I come, I`m bustin up niggas to hear me, black<br>Ya should of never let a nigga see<br>if there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me<br>Huh, I waited for my date to come-of-age<br>and now I`m of-age I can`t escape the fuckin front page<br>So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again<br>I kicks the funky shit and coke, and stupid like I`m Gilligan<br>I`m P, supposed to hit a lick for a jack<br>The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin back<br>Nigga lookin for they shit, aggravated and pissed<br>Niggas they can`t fuck with my clique<br>I`m here to break em off for chunk<br>A D-E-A-T-H-L-Y, a motherfuckin punk<br>And I be rollin with the brass<br>Don`t answer with the ziggers in your hood, he break your neck to roll a<br>pass, nigga<br>Don`t even stop to say `Whattup?` cos I bust for the fuck<br>And pay some quick to light a motherfucker up<br>Next time you stop me on your block, I hope you leave the place<br>or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face<br>Nigga, I ain`t the one to take no bullshit<br>Cos see a nigga like the D is game to empty out the full clip<br>So when I come for ya, act like ya know<br>Sittin motherfuckin smooth to the curb but you don`t hear do`<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>I`ma bring ya to ya asshole (uh)<br>Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)<br>Bustin on that ass but still I see that you don`t hear me do`<br>(But you don`t hear me do`)<br>Bring ya to ya asshole (uh)<br>Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)<br>Bustin on that ass but still I see that you don`t hear me do`<br><br>[DMG]<br>It`s time to fuck em up, here it comes, BLAST, nigga!<br>Thump to your chest and they comin out your ass, nigga<br>I grew apart, livin my life as a criminal<br>Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don`t hear me do`<br>So I`ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate<br>Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate<br>D-um divertin nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock<br>My Glock makin sounds and it don`t stop<br>So nigga pass the swisha quick<br>and I`ma blaze til the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips<br>Cos, see a nigga gotta saty high<br>I try to smoke til I can`t smoke and then I won`t smoke<br>But still I got my fingers on my shit<br>and click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch!<br>You tried to test the wrong nigga, be a tested<br>Straight from St.Paul but clockin G`s down in Texas<br>Some think I`m talk cos I play it cool<br>but I ain`t the average motherfucker, I do the shit that niggas won`t do<br>Huh, like pistol whip a woodie for his bank<br>Then after that I gate and grab his bitch and do the same thang<br>And I will pain up the asshole<br>Collectin grips on my drips as I stroll but you don`t hear me do`<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[DMG]<br>Ain`t no mistakin what I`m bringin, you motherfuckers still ain`t had<br>enough<br>So I`ma continue to break you off for proper ass chunk<br>May it be 9, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank<br>Any way you come I`m in your motherfuckin shit, mate!<br>Huh, a nigga bustin caps, smokin fires<br>quick to bring it to your ass and keep on goin til your ass die<br>And it ain`t no runnin down dem backstreets<br>cos I got slugs to catch em with Carl Lewis on the track meet<br>Huh, and still you wanna test a nigga so<br>Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don`t hear me do`<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Yeah, check it!