Fuck You (Album Version)

歌詞

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 4 y'all niggaz All yall faggot ass niggaz out there that wouldn't give us $300 dollars for the tape To make a demo FUCK YALL NIGGAZ! All y'all bitches that wouldn't suck my dick when I was Mason Betha FUCK YALL BITCHES! And all yall bitches that wanna fuck my nigga Huddy Combs cuz he roll wid me FUCK YALL BITCHES All y'all niggaz that fucked around and made my nigga Blood can't be here Poppin' on niggaz, mayn FUCK YALL NIGGAZ This goes out to Mr. Fuckin' Russell Who never let me gamble or play numbers, you always talkin' bout I'm fuckin' too young And what about that fuckin' that fuckin' transit cop Who was there every time I had to fuckin' hop the train Wanted to play like he fuckin' ran the whole station Like he, like he had to run the whole fuckin' shift Also yeah, yah To the teacher who failed me To the bitch who never bailed me, yah, you thought I wasn't getting out right bitch Well now, I got out, fuck you Plus she never gave me no bread Plus she never gave me no head And that pussy was soooo wack It was wack, B. Yo, fuck you Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro But now I'm fuckin' yo' hoe HaHa!! Fuck you But I know these, these bitches wanna say ' fuck these niggaz', too right He want you to lick his balls But, yo, his dick is small. Ha Tell that nigga, fuck you Fuck him, B Yah, he always wanna come beat it But the nigga never wanna eat it Fuck that nigga Cam will eat it I really don't care Fuck him He never spends a dime And yo he never comes home on time Fuck them, B. Fuck you, fuck you, fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU! Fuck you, fuck you, fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you fuck you, fuck you, fuck you fuck you, fuck you Fuck y-o-o-o-o-o-ou! Hey FUCK YOU!!!! Mayn, fuck you!