U Can't Fuck With Me Lyrics - G.o.a.t. (greatest Of All Time) - Ll Cool J

Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z 

Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers 

Pour your dom on the floor, try to flow with me 

Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me 

Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact 

L.A. think about your broad, all I want is the stacks 

Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at 

So you made a little dough but watchu doin' wit that? 

Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black? 

Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back 

On my lap, in the jet to Miami an' back 

When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack 

I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers an' you know I deliver 

The double N, enough ammo for every nigga 

S, that spell Queens, stupid ass, run it back 

That HBO shit, I must address that 

Once an' for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx? 

He pussy, pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock 

U can't fuck wit me 

I don't care about your imagery 

Give a fuck who you claim to be 

U still can't fuck wit me 

U can't fuck wit me 

I don't care about your imagery 

Give a fuck who you claim to be 

U still can't fuck wit me 

No, go, who you thought it was? 

Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle 

'Cuz one does up dick, the pen in my streets go one way 

I kill 'em 'In Living Color' on 'Any Given Sunday' 

They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style 

An' if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now 

An' get 'em with Juvenile, feed pitbull puppies 

Bologna in the projects, you wanna die next? 

Nah, he wanna live an' he loves his kids 

We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock 

Gimme the key, run up in your spot 

Like you on your belly, gimme the key 

What is it gon' be, what it's gon' see? 

When your blutter don't mean an' if he keep tryna wipe it off 

Like, "Nigga, what's this song mean?" 

L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that? 

Tattooed 'Def Jam' under your wing like that 

What, you a rider? Not in my house, mouth 

Glad to escape down south to my Miami house 

An' fifty spring in the couch 

U can't fuck wit me 

I don't care about your imagery 

Give a fuck who you claim to be 

U still can't fuck wit me 

U can't fuck wit me 

I don't care about your imagery 

Give a fuck who you claim to be 

U still can't fuck wit me 

Let's play a game of 'Big bank take little bank' 

Big dank take little dank 

I average ninety-five in the paint 

We comin' down like a shank 

I know you wanna ride but you can't 

We all up in your shit like a shank 

Don't make me stop an' pull brakes 

Ya two downs are lookin' cool, freakin' a sound 

Yo, I get fucked up an' terrorize the town 

I'm the circus ring master, so fuck the clowns 

I bust lyrics an' rounds at the Lyricist Lounge 

'Lost an' Found', a new identity, from here to infinity 

God have mercy on all my enemies 

Don't even test, waste your breath or your energy 

Knock ya whole family off like the Kennedy's 

I'm pledge, sicker than age with no type of remedy 

Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability 

Agility, keepin' y'all outta the state penitentiary 

U can't fuck wit me 

I don't care about your imagery 

Give a fuck who you claim to be 

U still can't fuck wit me 

U can't fuck wit me 

I don't care about your imagery 

Give a fuck who you claim to be 

U still can't fuck wit me 

Look, nigga, I regulate, bake the cake 

Shake the fake, while keepin' my faith 

Demonstratin' from the funk shit to the H 

I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate 

You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace? 

You say the wrong thing an' Imma smack your face 

Chase these niggas, erase these niggas 

You done fucked up 'cuz I'm break these niggas 

Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all 

Suckers, I hate 'em, laws, I pay them off 

Big Dogg in this motherfuckin' bar 

Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes, y'all" 

We do this with no flaws 

I love my bitch wit no drawers an' no bras 

No laws, we break 'em from the get-go 

Slidin' by, ridin' high when we get-go 

Love it or leave it, we love livin' illegal 

Servin' or swervin' in a '85 Regal 

Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' Beagel 

I take off on your ass like an eagle 

Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples 

Just in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk 

Two of the homies an' one of 'em got a piece on 

An' they never hesitate to dissolve