Letra Who not me de Ludacris

[Small World X4 (Ludacris)]
Uhhuhh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow
(Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin´ something and you think they talking)
(Bout you, you not quite sho´ Younasayin´ but it aint no way they talking´ bout)
(You, introducing the new membes of Disturbing Tha Peace: Small World)
(From Norfclk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, Here we go What?)

[Chorus X2]
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn´t be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn´t be me, Naw not me

[Small World]
3, 2, 1
What´s begun, is the start but bitch we be saying we
"we just getting started it since one"
Y´all been monitoring, pondering bout it
How bout I, pull it out and kapaow, I´ll heat em up out his mouth with it
Big Small World, Norfclk is the gang, extended clip in the jeans
Put em in a box like Bisquick
I´m a laker wit clips, get em in the lake wit clips
Truth is ya a clipper with clips aint cha bitch
I´m bout my loot and dollars, I´ll shot you for looting dollars
But you lootless and dollarless, fuck it I shot for Luda n Dolla
I crash parties, blast with proposed toast
Im a have a problem like Scrap blat with me short of hoes
One for ya damn lips, or there be mixture of blood and dandruff
If you don´t get my damn drift
Creep to ya grave and leak DT Piss
This is yo highness at his less tempered
Keep it pimpin´ and watch

[Chorus X2]
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn´t be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn´t be me, Naw not me

[Dolla Boi]
I been having a bad day, the same ol shit
We don´t give a fuck about who you is
The same ol clique, and the same ol biz
The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip
The same 4-4, with the same ol clip
Half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get, bitch
R.I.P. Rick James "I´m Rich Bitch"
You talkin´ to much, nigga you a snitch bitch
And we don´t do it like that
We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black
Don´t act get ya whole trap splat, ack
Unload em reload em, we back black
And when dem gats letting off
Red dots loud noises like planes taking off
Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross, make me bang at cha boss
For dem things coming soft, nigga

[Chorus X2]
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn´t be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn´t be me, Naw not me

[Ludacris]
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then its dick I give her
Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver
Neva back down, won´t shake nor shiver
Fuck with me and get found in the shadohoochie river
This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker
But shoties to the body make him drop much quicker
Yeah I appear to be a nice lil nigga
Fuck with anything I love, I´m a stone cold killa
Eating off of ´Sace, sleeping on chinchilla
8 figga nigga, I´m a multi milla
See me in the street, it can´t get no realer
Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla
My neighbors say my house can´t get no bigga
I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper
Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper
Or I´ll Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER!

[Chorus X2]
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn´t be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn´t be me, Naw not me