Hook:
Don't fuck with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't fuck with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't fuck with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't fuck with us you know we bout it....yeah
Verse one (Mr. Groove):
I'm walking tall, standing tall
Got big stacks nigga watch me ball
Puffing loud packs, every beat I maul
Paint a masterpiece, call me Warhol
Big nigga, got big thangs, live big dreams, rock big chains
Drive big cars, rock big ice, I'm a soldier boy; toat big pipes
I'm that nice, that cold I'm that ill, I'm unopposed
My top's back I am exposed, I'm the bomb nigga, watch me explode
It's warfare every time I rap, like Sun Tzu it's an art to that
I sun fools, high noon in fact
Then darkness looms, nigga it's a wrap
I'm supercharged, high octane, I lace these bars with dioxane
I raised the bar past the top plain
Trying to reach for that, it's a long drop maine
Who's the man, need you ask, I stay with heat body counts to match
They can't compete they are mismatched, the top spot is mine I am encamped
YEAH...I am the champ champagne dousing
YEAH...Hangman's the camp stars surrounding
Groove The Boss, Pee Da Gee, Poetik Genius The H.M.G
We are the best surpremacy
3 heads like Ghidorah, we the Kings
Hook:
Don't fuck with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't fuck with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't fuck with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't fuck with us you know we bout it....yeah
Verse two (Poetik Genius):
I just landed with Broncos, were its hella snow, & the weed loud
Bring tecks in case he's foul, stand out when I'm in crowds
Press the right button,(BRRRRRR) let it ring back like a speed dial
Broads diss, Wanna c now, but its to bad I'm getting bad I'm getting c-nial
Wanna ball with these bands. like we march wit madness
No one brand I switch up fabrics
On my feet till I'm deceased ova, spit crack that reek coka
Outa space, don't need closure, still major with street soilders
Wanna learn I Pete rose em
& Drive for mills, like I'm meek chauffeur
Sleeping on me, see em nodding off, fishy niggas, I smell caviar
Till I roll less, no Audemar, Wit Dz out it's no Mardi Gras
Out here on rampage, Hand helds, Ak's
Cuttin' niggas with my dam spades, make em see stars like back stage
Like a midget doctor , I got little patients, niggas talking no altercation
No money it's no conversation, light ya up like the strip in like Vegas
Hope u kno dat we ain't playing, real niggas know what we saying
Yea nigga we bout that, they do the same, yea I doubt that
What's good
Hook:
Don't fuck with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't fuck with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't fuck with us you know we bout it....yeah
Don't fuck with us you know we bout it....yeah
Verse three (Par Da'God):
You niggas ain't fucking with Par
Fucking with Par is like spitting up to God
You get it in yo face
Chrome 40 where ever I go, I'm taking off I need space
This music shit I'm bout it (ey)
Getting money don't doubt it (unh)
6 gear fast I'm audi
It's ink all over my body
Living life in reefer, everyday is cloudy
I'm a Independent King, Kobe on his 3rd ring
I'm a square Mayweather in the ring
Von Miller, on the turf I got sack's (sack's)
I got work RNS, my staff no snakes just worms (worms)
Everybody's doing dirt
We 'bout this shit (Yep) HMG nigga Independent Kingz
We the truth (yay), truth hurt's (hurts) (YAY)
Fuck niggas, ya'll can't fuck with the click maine
HMG, Independent Kings
Everything Rated R, everything Up 2 Par
Boss Muzik, fuck with us
What up my nigga Zilla hey!!!
