Fuck You - The Lox

Sh_t
Feel this

If your hoped we wouldn't make it, f_ck you (f_ck you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, f_ck you (f_ck you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, f_ck you (f_ck you)
Only my man blood is sacred, cocks_cker, f_ck you

[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 n_ggas that you went to school with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into Cool Whip
N_ggas 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 n_gga that seem to know so much
While you was running round pumping for n_ggas
I was listening
And you still pumping for n_ggas
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, icing the Rolo
Burner under the Polo, alot of y'all is homos
Funny style n_ggas never down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids
Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs
Don't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a call
And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
Now I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs
Bigger bracelets with bigger begets,
F_ck y'all

[Styles]
All I do is get high, and think of faving you all
Motherf_ckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord
I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
Then watch you crab motherf_ckers just steal and ball
Put in my work, you might get put in a church
Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse
Learn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off
Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss
You can die cause this sh_t might happen to me
But I'mma still happen to be, packin the 3
F_ck with b_tches that be wrappin the keys
And the n_ggas 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
I understand, f_ck it dog, die in the can
I say you p_ssy, you won't die for your right-hand man
As well as your left, n_ggas trip, fell into death
They touch you, only thing else to say is f_ck you

[Sheek Luchion]
A-yo, y'all n_ggas ain't h_rdcore, all my n_ggas 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 n_ggas like Klinger and Horgi
So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your sh_t is gushy
Should be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you p_ssy
F_ck with Sheek, Ouija board spell "Death"
You can talk that beef sh_t, I hope that deep sh_t
Be as deep as you inside the f_cking cement
Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
I'll drown you with your snorkel on, b_tch, 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, sh_t
Play in this sh_t make a angel with it
And I don't give a f_ck 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 sh_t so hot
I want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my post
F_ck a present 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 sh_t, n_gga, that means you shot, what

If you hoped we wouldn't make it, f_ck you
Talk with a heart full of hatred, f_ck you
And you said we wouldn't cake it, f_ck you
Only my man's blood is sacred, cocks_cker, f_ck you

I'll tell you in your face, f_ck you
Pull it off my waist, hit you up, f_ck you
And watch you die on the street, f_ck you
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, f_ck them too

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