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Yo, fuck you! Yo, y-yo .. F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU! Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you! Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you! Yo, Sim Simma, who got the keys to my Beemer? Jack move, that's how we act when we team up Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga They heard what that nigga say, 'Puff puff pass motherfucker' Yeah, 'Puff puff pass motherfucker'
Yo.. yo yo, yo, yo.. Sim Simma, who got the key to my Beemer? Jack move, that's how we act when we team up Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills My slang be high range Brick City Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane All you hear is BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG Yo, remember you bitch? Shit, I forget my last name! It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot With high, I take out any comp in the hood Gorilla impact in this rap habitat Get you steppin in your Air Max - BOUNCE! You cockin it back but where dat? BOUNCE! I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
[Hook] My middle name must be Fuck You Cause every time I walk by Niggas be like, 'F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!' I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat My first name must be He Ain't Shit Cause every time I'm in a car Bitches be like, 'He ain't shit!' I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
Yo nigga, yo yo nigga I heard the party goin on in there - YEAH Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - YEAH! Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (ARF ARF ARF) Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin Startin arsons from, Jerz to Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up Watch them chickens, 'fo end up gettin' salmonella I'm ghetto like D&D, fuckin wit D You be on Banned From TV Part III In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo' Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it My crew do drugs that Duane Reade couldn't breed Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys Redbones I'm bonin, MC's be clonin That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!
[Hook] My middle name must be Fuck You Cause every time I walk by Niggas be like, 'F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!' I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat My first name must be He Ain't Shit Cause every time I'm in a car Bitches be like, 'He ain't shit!' I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
Niggas and you bitches, puff puff give Niggas and you bitches, puff puff give
Yo, yo If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a World rap biller, push a big Benz With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine On foot, shit, put rollerblades on Mind your business, the nine with swiftness I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness I'm a 'Everyday Nigga' like I'm Toyota Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarter Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah
[Hook] -] repeat 2X
F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!
[Big Tigga from Rap City] Yea yea yea yea yea It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo! It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C All my niggas strap the Timbs up Get out the puffy coats and alla that And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later I'll be dere, heh.. I'll Be Dat!
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