Song lyrics Who not me by Ludacris

[Small World X4 (Ludacris)]
Uhhuhh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow
(Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayinī something and you think they talking)
(Bout you, you not quite shoī Younasayinī but it aint no way they talkingī 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, Couldnīt be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldnīt be me, Naw not me

[Small World]
3, 2, 1
Whatīs begun, is the start but bitch we be saying we
"we just getting started it since one"
Yīall been monitoring, pondering bout it
How bout I, pull it out and kapaow, Iīll 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
Iīm a laker wit clips, get em in the lake wit clips
Truth is ya a clipper with clips aint cha bitch
Iīm bout my loot and dollars, Iīll 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 donīt get my damn drift
Creep to ya grave and leak DT Piss
This is yo highness at his less tempered
Keep it pimpinī and watch

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

[Dolla Boi]
I been having a bad day, the same ol shit
We donīt 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 "Iīm Rich Bitch"
You talkinī to much, nigga you a snitch bitch
And we donīt do it like that
We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black
Donīt 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, Couldnīt be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldnīt 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, wonīt 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, Iīm a stone cold killa
Eating off of īSace, sleeping on chinchilla
8 figga nigga, Iīm a multi milla
See me in the street, it canīt get no realer
Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla
My neighbors say my house canīt get no bigga
I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper
Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper
Or Iīll Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER!

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