Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F*** Y'all, artist - DMX.
Date of issue: 15.09.2003
Song language: English
F*** Y'all |
It’s big dog baby gettin down like what |
See I’m a thorough bread, I don’t fuck wit much |
Bloodline is where the pups at |
They off the Grand Champ, yea what black |
Don’t nothin move less, dog say so |
Cats clueless about the way it go |
Off the chain I got at least 3 kills |
Even though my last album only did 3 mil |
I still give em chill cuz they feel dog |
I can’t help what it is, shit is real dog |
You must have thought that it was a joke or somethin' |
Now you done fucked around |
And got your man choked for frontin' |
Now hold up playa cuz I don’t play those games |
And don’t ask me shit cuz I don’t say no names |
See what I know I’m taking to the fuckin' grave |
So keep knockin cuz you ain’t gettin a fuckin' thing |
Ay yo |
Who we be was off the last joint |
But now it’s who we see and we forget the last joint |
Cats ain’t never walked like X |
Even before Kool G Rap talked like sex |
I’ve been around since at least 83 |
So ain’t no sense in you motherfuckers hatin' me |
Cuz I’m gon be here when you cats is gone |
And other cats is on, another batch is born |
Don’t give a fuck about none of y’all |
Fuck each and every one of y’all |
Cuz I done done it all, been where ya at |
Been where ya goin', then brought it back |
I tried to tell ya about it but you wouldn’t listen |
Now I’m gonna take you to the hood cuz the hood will listen |
I wish you woulda listened cuz then you woulda known |
That it’s only right to give a dog a bone |
Bitch |
Aw Man |
There are some things I can’t stand |
When a nigga holla wanna shake my left hand |
When a nigga follow cuz he actin like my man |
Nigga might as well swallow cuz he actin like a fan |
And I got balls like you do |
Man I got Paul to pull through you |
Stan don’t they know how we do |
Ear to the streets with our hearts to the people |
Gots to give a little to get somethin back |
And what you usually give see you ain’t nothin black |
But when you don’t give then it won’t last |
His shit will disappear like wit a nigga that smoked fast |
You’ll get broke fast, that’s the Lord’s will |
Hold up I think somebody’s a the door, Shhh chill |
You sit right there, I’m gonna answer that |
Cuz when I finish poppin ain’t nobody answerin back |
Fuck it |