Now let's start with verse one, Tweedy Bird Loc don't play Dropping dope in LA Have these suckers scream may day, may day You can forget what you thought you heard And don't believe it till you hear it from the Tweedy Bird Fuck the rumors and the people who will slay for them But when I catch the little punk you better pray for him Suckers, suckers in the jaw never pause And I'm shooting a gift like Santa Claus Taking one to the grill Yes I still Knocking you a little more drowsy than a sleeping pill I suggest you take a brush and use crest Taking a last looking at your teeth would be a best bet And then I'm by, ice to the eye Why do you divide? The T-W double E-D-Y 'Cause I do it like the Geo But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though What did you hear? Yo I'm coming, but this ain't sex Gotta break suckers jaws break suckers necks I'm not violent, suckers made me act this way Like I'm a loc'd up brother from around the way Yo, I'm everybody's homie But if you run up on me you can be my dead homie My homies in the park know what time it is I had come to LA to take care of this Yeah, I used to be a bodyguard But I got tired of just hanging from the boulevard 'Cause I could never quit Getting in trouble for doing some Atlanta shit Billing through Compton with my locs on Had to be hard 'Cause my rep was strong I sued to broke with no transport, but now I got it going on But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though What did you hear? Girls on my job, 'cause I got famous on dollars And I keep the homies rocking in the impalas I ain't rude with an attitude, suckers get bruised While I get the girls frontin' in the new But that keep the crazy cops for sweating me Looking for the AK, but they don't know the weapon be hitting Just for the car you are gonna pause What it searched me up pulling on my drawers 'Cause they know about the Tweedy and the UWC And we rolling 'cause we hate the fucking police Suckers get cleared Girls get weirder And at last with the plus out interior Waiting for someone to try and run up So I roll down the window, and hold the gun up And if they out the crib before I go Go, you better step back, but punk you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though What did y- but you don't hear me though