Fuck You

[Intro]

Shit

Feel this

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]

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

Cuz' 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, ice in 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 enter 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 big execs

Bigger bracelets with bigger baguettes

Fuck y'all

[Verse 2: Styles P]

All I do is get high, and think of fading you all

Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord

I'd rather die today than live tomorrow

Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and borrow

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 pissin me off

Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss

You can die cause this shit might happen to me

But I'mma still happen to be, packin the 3

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 boot, full of trees

1 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

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]

A-yo, 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 M.A.S.H. 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 10 y'all with the same 8 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, Roley only work when it's next to my pulse

Fuck a presie, 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 Sheek, nigga?

That means you shot, what

[Chorus]

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