Who Not Me

Uhhuhh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow

Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin somethin

And you think they talking bout you, you not quite sho' knahmsayin

But it ain't no way they talking bout you

Introducing the new members of Disturbing Tha Peace

Small World - from Norfolk, Dolla Boi - from Playaz Circle

Here we go what?

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

3, 2, 1 - what's begun, is the start

But bitch we be saying we "we just getting started it since one"

Y'all been monitoring, pondering bout it

How bout I pull it out and kapaowee, I'll heat 'em up as hot as Maui

Big Small World, Norfolk is the gang, extended clip in the jeans

Put 'em in a box like Bisquick

I'm a laker wit clips, get 'em in the lake wit clips

Truth is ya a clipper with clips ain't cha bitch

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

But you lootless and dollarless, fuck it I shot for Luda n Dolla

I crash parties, blast with proposed toast

I'mma have a problem like Scrap, if you blabbin 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 ya grave and leak D.T. Piss

This yo' highness at his least tempered

Keep it pimpin' and watch

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

I been having a bad day, the same ol shit

We don't give a fuck about who you is

The same ol clique, and the same ol biz

The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip

The same 4-4, with the same ol clip

Half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get, bitch

R.I.P. Rick James "I'm rich beyotch!!"

You talkin' to much, **** you a snitch bitch

And we don't do it like that

We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black

Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack

Unload 'em reload 'em, we back black

And when dem gats letting off

Red dots, loud noises like planes taking off

Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross, make me bang at cha boss

For dem things coming soft, ****

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Now if a bad bitch wants 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

This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker

But shotties to the body makes him drop much quicker

Yeah I appear to be a nice lil' ****

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

Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla

8 figga ****, I'm a multi milla

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 bigga

I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper

Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper

Or I'll "brrrrr-stick her, ha ha-ha stick her!"

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me