Tussle (feat. Tum Tum & Slim Thug)

[Hook: x2]

I'ma do some'ing bad to ya, cause you's a motherfucking hoe

I see you at a club, in the middle of the flo'

I'ma tussle with, I'ma tussle with, I'ma tussle with

I'ma tussle with ya, hope you got your niggaz with you

[Big Tuck:]

Motherfucker better clear the path I feel the wrath, cause Tuck-N-Roll gon burn your scalp

Hoe niggaz try to give me dap, but the see the flames like a witch's craft

It's about that time respect my mind, I'm one of a kind

Put that iron down buck em down, these jabs flying voodoo of mind

We gon keep it crunk, pull out a pump knock out his fronts

Nigga my whole team drunk, waiting for the rest your click throwing up

I'm gon drop a bitch, security ain't stopping this

Real niggaz get pop-a-liss, right and drop a rhynoserous

See we all about pain you niggaz is lame, we ahead of the game

Out of my tool is a train, we searching for change you hating on fame

[talking:]

Now, some of these ugly ass girls in herr

Think they too fly, to say what's up to a nigga

I want you to look at that and hoe and say

[Big Tuck:]

Fuck you (fuck you), fuck you (fuck you)

Fuck you (fuck you), fuck you (fuck you)

Now drop that trick, (drop that trick)

Drop that trick, (drop that trick)

Drop that trick, (drop that trick) drop that trick

[Hook x2]

[Tum Tum:]

Hold up purple one, let O-Tum invade the cut

And lean on a nigga, like (the drank up in my cup)

Everybody make room, I'm bout to cave his chest in

And make his eyes swell up, to where his edge up begin

Tum a shit starter, Tum always to blame

I ain't never played sports, therefor I don't play games

Better ask these dudes, I will rock a nigga ass

And if your click pop off, I'ma slap they monkey ass

Gangsta-gangstafied, that's how we do it in the Dirty

Hit a weenie nigga, with a combination flury

Left-right-right-left, overhand with a quitter

Make room in this bitch, when DSR enter

Headed straight to the bar, to get about a bub

After that hit VIP, and fire up some drugs

Tell judge they didn't pay the deposit, I ain't going up

Rapping is tailored for us, so the game I'm sewing up

Tum Tum and San T, Southside and the 3

Putting it down from Tayhouse, all the way to Mississippi

All the gangstas in the place, all the hustlers in the place

All the thugs in the place, put your hood in his face

I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch

I don't bar no squad, and I ain't afraid of no click

It's the million dollar man, I get it popping in this bitch

Better watch what you say, 'fore shit start dropping round this bitch

[Hook x2]

[Slim Thug:]

I'ma do some'ing bad to ya, disrespect your set talk trash to ya

And if you get out of line, I'ma bring it quick fast to ya

Smash your head, in the concrete

And H-Town Stomp, your bitch ass to the beat

Till they see the white meat, for playing games with my gang

My Hoggs off the chain, they'll dance on your brain

In the middle of the club, like fuck it

The laws see me, and act like they ain't seen nothing

You niggaz bluffing, talking hard acting like you want beef

But when I see you on the streets, you hollin' bout you want peace

One or one hundred deep, I'm crush you and them busters

Straight smash on you suckas, you punks don't wanna tussle

My nigga Tuck, say we ready to ride

The whole Southside Dallas, waiting on the Southside

H-Town to the D, we connect in the Tex'

DSR and Boss Hogg, don't bar no plex we'll tussle with ya

[Hook x2]