F*** You At

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