F*** You At Lyrics

B, I'm feeling it from the heart now, B
Yo straight up, yo, this Murder, Harlem World is the clique
I'm with my nigga Killer and we 'bout to lay it down

For y'all, niggaz, all y'all faggot a*s niggaz out there
That wouldn't give us 300 dollars for the tape
To make a demo, f**k y'all, niggaz

All y'all bitches that wouldn't s*ck my d**k
When I was Mason Betha, f**k y'all, bitches
And all y'all bitches that wanna f**k my nigga Huddy Combs

'Cuz he roll wid me, f**k y'all, bitches
All y'all niggaz that f**ked around
And made my nigga Blood can't be here
Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, f**k y'all, niggaz

This goes out to Mr. f**kin' Russell
Who never let me gamble or play numbers
You always talkin' 'bout I'm f**kin' too young

And what about that f**kin', that f**kin' transit cop
Who was there every time I had to f**kin' hop the train
Want to play like he f**kin' ran the whole station
Like he, like he had to run the whole f**kin' shift

Also yeah, yeah, that teacher who failed me
To that bitch who never bailed me
You thought I wasn't getting out, right, bitch?

Now, I got out, f**k you
Plus, she never gave me no bread
Plus, she never gave me no head
That pus*y was so wack
It was wack, B, yo, f**k you

Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro, now, I'm f**kin' yo' hoe
f**k you but I know these
These bitches wanna say f**k these niggaz, too, right?
He want you to lick his balls but yo, his d**k is small
Tell that nigga, f**k you, f**k him, B

Yeah, he always wanna come beat it
But the nigga never wanna eat it
f**k that nigga, Cam will eat it, I really don't care, f**k him
Never spends a dime, he never comes home on time, f**k them, B

f**k you, f**k you, f**k you, f**k you
(f**k you)
f**k you, f**k you, f**k you, f**k you
(f**k you)

f**k you, f**k you, f**k you, f**k you
f**k you, f**k you, f**k you, f**k you
f**k you, f**k you, f**k you

Mayn, f**k you

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