Fuck-u

(feat. Born Justice, ShoGun a*sason) [4th Disciple] Yo, yo Can't get no love No love, no love Gotta see us Blood For Blood out here No love, no love The war's on, no love Ya heard? Can't get this shit no more Extra, extra, read the news, young clowns is Hell-bound From the universal sound, surround, comin down in yo' town Musical compounds, brothas can't wait 'til the sounds is laid down To express the mentals, be adjectives and nouns Be bless for the know-how, to master and manifest ya own style As we penetrate the scene, and run yo' projects on ya iced guillotine You wanna know what the scheme is? Check out how we blend it Load up the A-tone, then append it, 1 gigabyte is recommended To extinguish the thought of you ever makin more wack sequences Alas, that weak shit is finished, a total diminish All wack MC's, producer wannabes and bitches sellin pus*y on CD's The future prophecy is to bring back originality Within ya musical chemistry, wack a*s niggaz [Born Justice] Yo, f**k y'all bitch niggaz All y'all fake bitch-a*s niggaz that roam in the streets Fight the heat, I be ya seat cuz blood drops hit the concrete when niggaz meet and words be the bullets on some heat-seekin hit cuz nowadays when blood drips It's carved by the birds that f**k the same d**k All the niggaz that could f**k the same bitch Coked out and shit, sodium, f**k the whole click Run through ya town, shit sound make ya sick Modern world, while foreigners deserve what you get The ward'll penalize, that's injustice Whores wanna serve, do the knowledge, sit and observe Venomous the darts by the clicks be the words [ShoGun a*sason] You bitch-a*s niggaz, dare contest Come against the Gods and try to manifest You bitch-a*s niggaz Dare to contest, come against the Gods and claim rest What? What? Yo, check it Yo, yo, yo, yo, you can't hold ya own shit down So, how the f**k you gon' take my crown, clown? You ain't really ready to rumble with the Gods f**k around and get scarred With ya hands high, prepare to fight for ya life We could box or throw rocks, save ya tough talk I'm a southpaw and my style is unorthodox I leave you coward niggaz tremblin Bend then I stomp a mud hole in ya a*s with my Timbalands You f**kin pansies, got more sugar in ya blood than candies With ya sober suit-suits and ya cute matchin groups Dancin around like prostitutes, fatality I be ya nigga from the South, bitch What? f**k-U [Outro: All] f**k-U, U and U Cuz y'all niggaz ain't shit f**k-U, U and U cuz y'all niggaz ain't shit f**k-U, U and U Get off my d**k And ya whole f**kin crew What? f**k-U, nigga! Yo, you ain't shit and ya whole f**kin click And ya mothaf**kin bitches f**k all y'all! f**k-U and U and U f**k-U, U, U and U f**k-U too, and ya whole f**kin crew f**k-U too Cuz we shittin on U Shittin on niggaz We be the best MC's What? [echoes]