Don't Put Your Hands On Me

Boyz N Da Hood

(2x)] 
You can talk all the fuck you want (don't put your hands on me) 
Betcha ass gon' get stomped (don't put your hands on me) 
You better get the fuck up out my face (don't put your hands on me) 
Bitch nigga better stay in your place (don't put your hands on me) 

Well it's a lot of y'all thinking y'all got great big balls 
Bout to get everybody wit ya hit cause you ain't heard bout us 
We on the curb trying to get it like everybody 
And we some thugs so we ain't even worried bout ya 
Who gives a fuck bout where you hang and who you hung wit 
I could care less which one of you punks the punk bitch 
If it's my word best believe I'ma stand on it 
Try me like I'm playing my man I'ma put my hands on ya 

Fuck security they a bunch of hoes 
Bout to get they damn thongs exposed (yeeaahh) 
And I got that feeling 
Say the wrong damn thing nigga have ya dancing on the ceiling 
I ain't lotto but I'm rich nigga 
And I'ma still smoke cause you'd a bitch nigga 
Jeezy a grown ass man homie 
Say what you want but don't put your hands on me 

Niggaz looking like they want some action 
Shake something lets see what's happening 
Act a donkey start the yapping we gon' get it cracking 
We make your whole click stop, drop, and then bitch 
Purchase Moet bottles just to bust you cross the head wit 
Cuz the shits gon' get gritty as a sewer pit 
Boyz N Da Hood bitch guess we gotta a truer click 
And we gon' show them lames exactly what they dealing wit 
Watch them dumb fucks cuddle up when the tool clicks 

My poultry died 
My car got towed today 
My lights ain't on 
My folks stole all the yay 
My piss dirty P.O. gon' told the state 
Rent late trying to find me a home to stay 
Bench warrants in bout 4 southeastern states 
Last night I shot a nigga all in the face 
I just got another call full of bad news 
Touch me I'ma kill ya got problems and an attitude 

Now I'm off up in the club drunk, twisted and booted 
You don't wanna test the gangsta when the grams get tooted 
Pack a plastic pistol partner please believe I'll shoot it 
It's the perfect time and place when you want me to prove it 

You can huff and puff like the big bad wolf 
I'll bar ya face up tight and sport the kick ass look 
You can flabber jack, chow jack, talk back 
cuss me, tongue wrestle til ya tongue tied 
But don't touch me 

I'm such a gangsta I don't tout glocks 
Pop the trunk pump ya ass like some Reeboks 
And I'm strapped I ain't slipping 
Red jersey on Jeezy still cropping 

At any time I'm willing to pop the clip in 
Cock back one up in ya hip and see if you limp then 
I done said just about what the fuck I'ma say 
So I'ma leave saying nigga stay the fuck out my face cause I ain't playing