F*** You

Shit
 Feel it, uh-huh
 Feel this
 Uh-huh, uh
 Uh-huh, uh
 Uh-huh, uh
 If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)
 Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
 And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
 Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
 If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)
 Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
 And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
 Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
 Yo, everybody's a snake
 That's why I try to keep the grass cut
 So I can see 'em when they coming
 Then I heat they ass up
 'Cause them niggas that you went to school with
 Will catch you while you in your new whip
 And turn your brains into Cool Whip
 Niggas that you running 'round getting ass with
 Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
 Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
 And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much
 While you was running 'round pumping for niggas
 I was listening
 And you still pumping for niggas
 I'm coming through visiting
 You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex
 And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks
 And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo
 Burner under the Polo, alot of y'all is homos
 Funny style niggas never down with me
 Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
 I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids
 Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs
 Don't even hit me on the hip if I ain't give you a code
 And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
 Now I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs
 Bigger bracelets with bigger baguettes
 Fuck y'all
 All I do is get high, and think of fading you all
 Motherfuckers hit ya knees and just pray to the Lord
 I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
 Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and ball
 Put in my work, you might get put in a church
 Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse
 Learn the ropes, don't riff if you soft, you pissing me off
 Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss
 You can die 'cause this shit might happen to me
 But I'ma still happen to be, packin' the three
 Fuck with bitches that be wrappin' the keys
 And the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin' the D
 Shoot in the breeze, .9 in the booth, full of trees
 One in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner
 Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna
 Lie on the stand, fuck it dog, die in the can
 I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man
 As well as your left, niggas trade felon for death
 They touch you, only thing I can say is fuck you
 Ayo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
 What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry
 Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by
 Putting a MASH on niggas like Klinger and Hawkeye
 So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushy
 Should be the head cat in the Broadway play, you pussy
 Fuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell "Death"
 You can talk that deep shit, I hope that deep shit
 Be as deep as you inside the fucking cement
 Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
 I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there
 Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
 Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand
 When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit
 Play in this shit make a angel with it
 And I don't give a fuck about that .380 that y'all share
 Between the ten of y'all with the same eight bullets from last year
 When I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot
 The hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot
 I want the most, Rollie only work when it's next to my post
 Fuck a present gimme a Yacht-Master, regular bezzy
 Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block
 You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what
 If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
 Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
 And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
 Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
 I'll tell you in your face, fuck you
 Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you
 And watch you die on the street, fuck you
 Whoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too