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"Nobody Fuckin' Wit Us" lyrics by ROYCE DA 5'9''
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"Nobody Fuckin' Wit Us"
[feat. Bun B, Crooked I & Joe Budden; "The Bar Exam 3: The Most Interesting Man" Mixtape Version]


[Mixtape version of the song doesn't include Royce's verse]

[Intro: DJ Whoo Kid]
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!

[Bun B {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
Let's get it started like transmission and alternators!
Got the keys in the cage, ready for who you call the greatest!
Takin 'em down from the biggest bitches to smallest haters
I'm 'bout to serve these niggaz. - Call 'em: "waiters". [gunshot] {DAMN!} ("Hoo-Hoo-... ")
Got my - mind right - money right - ready for war!
And I got the C-4 [gunshot] - under my competitor's car.
These niggaz runnin' 'round talkin' 'bout they better than Moi,
When I'm done all that's gon' be left bitch is ya head and ya bra! [police sirens]
Bitch I'm ahead of the pack! {DAMN!} - And I'm ahead of the game [police sirens]
And I put yo' head on a platter, you put some shit on my name!
Bitch I'm the shit! - See the stains that I done left on the track?
And I ain't sayin' no names, but I left the best on they back!
And they ain't sayin' no names so I gotta say it myself!
I'm finger fuckin' this game, so you gotta play with yourself!
Don't pull a 'K off the shelf! - Or pull a strap out the stash!
I ain't gotta draw the pistol, I will chop at yo' ass! ("Hoo-Hoo- Hoodrich, bitch! ")
I just let the hands of God toe-tap on you fast
Leave you mashed like potatoes on the top of the grass.
Call the coppers to catch me and they'll just tell you to drop it,
I'll find you sooner or later! - And they can't do shit to stop it! [gunshot]
Got that thang and I'm a pop it like a bubble on the double
I am trouble in the flesh - you can't see me with the Hubble!
We ain't wishin' these niggaz "Good luck! " - Go get a clover!
This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3"! - This shit is over!

[Crooked I Interlude {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! [explode] {Whoooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Joe Budden {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
Look at ya man look back at me! - Yeah, I know! - Sickenin', huh?
Few got a Porsche with only two doors {JOE BUDDEN!} - need to upgrade cause you missin' some.
We just got two different bills. - Different styles. - Different sums.
Started as a drive-by - ended as a hit-and-run! [gunshot]
Stop me in the streets, let it be properly when you greet.
Fuck lookin' for me? I'm on your property if it's beef!
Not for robbery of ya piece, it's lobomomy with my peeps
That comraderie is usually sodomy for the beat. (yo!)
'Less my critics put a lens on them - so I could look through it (yeah!)
Shut the fuck up! - Prob'ly mean that you too shook to do it!
We'd see two pennies to your name. - Yet, you so saucy!
When I fix this game you can "Thank Me Later" for it, no Aubrey!
Switch my demeanor up I'm - off my.380 shit
My - future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit!
Make me sick! - What you eat, don't make me shit!
Found out the reason they hate me is my God-like presence. - Must be athiest!
While all of the frauds in rap is talkin' swag, put a fork in that;
Slaughter's back! - Listen nigga I got houses all across the map!
Even got a Boston pad! - Got this bitch from Boston bad! {Whooooooooooooooooooo}
Well put her in a wrestlin' move, but I heard she got that "Boston Crab". {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! ˝˃
Batteries in your back! - Go by what he say
Just need you to know that it's no lee-way. - and the tables are turned; go DJ! (ch'eah!)
So you know what that blindfold's for
That bloodshed's a secret; let's keep it behind closed doors! - Ssssh! [gunshot]

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Who you said was dope again? (was dope again...)
Ay! - It ain't nobody fucking with us! Nobody fucking with us!
Who you said was hot again? (was hot again...)
Ay-ay! - It ain't nobody fucking with us! Nobody fucking with us!
Who you say could spit again? (could spit again...)
Ay! - It ain't nobody fucking with us! [scream] Nobody fucking with us!
Who you said was hot again? (was hot again...)
Ay-ay! - It ain't nobody fucking with us! Nobody fucking with us! [kids ovation]

[Crooked I:]
I'm the present and the future;
Like Christmas in 2012 I'm the present in the future. - An executive producer!
You will never get to choose ya destiny cause you a pessimistic loser
Mess with me and I'll definitely shoot ya! (WAAHHHHH!)
I'm a do's ya like I'm reppin the Yakuza
Die hard like I'm sexin' with Medusa!
Do somethin' nigga! (NIGGA!) - Born thuggin' - I don't fuck with the cock!
Nuts hang down my pant leg, balls tucked in my socks.
I ain't gotta act tough to get a couple of props
Lil' nigga raised hisself. - I don't know what's up with my pops!
Do I think I'm the dopest - in America? I do! (I do!)
Make you switch your whole style like you're datin' Erykah Badu. (Erykah Badu!)
Pair of Ferragamo shoes, I will stomp you!
I'm fucked up - like the relationship between Farrakhan and Jews. (YEAH!)
I'm spankin' this instrumental - like a wrinkly old bitch.
I'm whippin' the kick and snare - make 'em pick they own switch!
I'm smarter than computers that know how to fix they own glitch!
I'll leave you face down. - Like chicks who lick they own tits! [scream] (uh-huh!)
And from this day forward - Crooked is aging backwards
Gettin' younger and fresher! - Puttin' bums under some pressure. (yeah!)
Yes sir! (yes sir!) - Watch the next Slaughterhouse album
Every line is white powder, I ain't talkin' 'bout talcum.
I am tighter than "The Biggest Losers" cruisin' in a Smart car
Distinguished alkie! - The flask on the armoire. (aaahhhhh!)
I'm from the home of the most popular bomb weed
Most proper, hoes rock with my partners who top seed.
Po' vodka, we gon' bottle pop in the calm breeze, (calm breeze!)
No copper can stop a C.O.B star. (a C.O.B star) - I'm a giant! [gunshot]
Dumpin' my cigar ashes out on top of the palm trees. (uhh!)
Chrome chopper, if I squeeze you drop on the concrete! (AAAHHHH!) [shot]
You wanna talk about the paper? Oh, let's do it!
Batter pocket syndrome, the money we gon' abuse it.
Still gettin' out-of-town paper so don't confuse it, [Tarzan shouts]
Tell the Hip-Hop cops: "Nah! - It's only music! " (whaaa'?)
And haters steady eavesdroppin' on "The Bar Exam" [scream]
Prob'ly in your trunk now, dependin' on what car I ram! [gunshot]

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Who you said was dope again? (was dope again...)
Ay! - It ain't nobody fucking with us! Nobody fucking with us!
Who you said was hot again? (was hot again...)
Ay-ay! - It ain't nobody fucking with us! Nobody fucking with us!
Who you say could spit again? (could spit again...)
Ay! - It ain't nobody fucking with us! Nobody fucking with us!
Who you said was dope again? (was again...)
Ay-ay! - It ain't nobody fucking with us! Nobody fucking with us! [rewind] [beat stops]

[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for correcting these lyrics]

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