| Yeah, y’all know what time it is nigga
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| I’m bringin' a lot of shit today
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| I’m bringin M-Child
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| I’m bringin' two for ya
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| I’m also bringin' the pain nigga
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| Cause when I come, I’m comin' for you
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| So you better ask some-mothafuckin-body
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| For the 9−8, until 2 G’s nigga
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| I’m takin' over
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| You understand this type of shit
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| Three 6 Mafia, Hypnotize, Prophet Posse
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| Fuck you bitch!
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| When we high off that green and gin
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| Ain’t no tellin' what we’ll do
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| You got some anna with the crew?
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| (Fuck you! Fuck You!)
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| With that heat we be bussin'
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| Conversation no discussion
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| Hollow points they comin' straight at you!
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| (Fuck You! Fuck You!)
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| Bustin' bitches daily, maybe it’s the herb in me
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| I wanna see what you hidden for, shake 'em and see
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| Time to steal, time to kill, time to get real, and wassup
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| I’m just a beefin' in the club, tear that fuckin' bitch up
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| I’m in the corner 'round some smoke, smokin' fine ass weed
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| Freakin' like Vanessa Del Rio, won’t you take you a peak
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| MOB, it was me, bringin' shit to the do'
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| I be the lady unabomber, bombin' bitches and mo'
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| So time to go toe to toe, with a bitch that be rockin'
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| Ain’t nothin' stoppin' Prophet Posse 'til your body be droppin'
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| You fuckin' bitch, spittin' rhythms in your rhyme like a joke
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| I’m gonna tote you like a 90 when I’m pullin' that dope
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| I know you’re hopin' that I’ll fall to my face, but I ain’t
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| My shoes are stuck to the ground when I walk out on bank
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| Another fuckin' LP dropped like it’s some rice
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| We be straight like 9:15, bitch, FUCK your spot
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| Nigga!
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| Let cha let cha mind explode
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| With these lyrics I control
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| Just a peak to let you see
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| How M-Child do it in Flip Mode
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| Now I’m baddest on a level
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| Find a new way to be paid
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| Ain’t gon' burn or slice or beat 'em down
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| With bats and Prophet dank
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| Yellin' thangs, I’m comin' up
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| And niggas want your life to live
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| Pack that steel if you real
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| But you better shoot to kill
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| All that flossin' ain’t gon' do
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| Bring a gun without the clip
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| And for the rest of your life
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| You’ll be walkin' around with a half-ass limp
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| Read my lips, don’t FUCK with us
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| Because we dangerous
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| And when we on that good stuff
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| Like a junkie, we be anxious
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| To get up in yo shit
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| And take your life with all quickness
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| A Orange Mound playa that be strictly bout his business
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| Watch out, nigga
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| Don’t give a fuck, nigga
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| Walk on top of water
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| We some mean ass niggas
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| Prophet 'til I fry
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| So fuck with me, you can’t avoid
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| Plus the first time you slip
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| You goin bungee jumpin without the cord, BITCH!!!
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| Coulda been a friend, seemed to busy pimpin'
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| Gettin' upon the skin
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| I had no team, 34 Hancock
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| Puttin' them cuts upon these men
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| Again it’s on, don’t be phony
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| Tellin' these hoes that I love 'em
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| You think you’re tough fool
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| Look at your ?, hey, they groupies
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| Nigga, don’t give a fuck
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| Wanna know 'bout better things
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| That fool is gonna be?
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| Raisin' doja, what I saw is me
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| I best get the motha-fucka off
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| B-b-ba-da-boom, pa-ta-pa-ta-pow
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| Loadin' got me goin' down
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| Swear I’m trippin'
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| 'Fore I come up, just-a left a fuckin' cal
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| On the ground with the 40
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| Hell, and me criticizing', no
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| Ho, I never sold no dope
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| Oh shit, then shoot me cuz I’m?
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| Some of them charges, said the sergeant
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| «You been wanted for the longest, on the street, they call you Creep»
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| Nah, nigga, my name is ??
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| Well, if you’re wanted
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| Then I’m gonna give you something to collect
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| Man, you can take that mothafuckin' gat
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| And stick that heat up your ass
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| Nine in my ?, got the 5 ???
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| 3 with the tag around my throat, gotta let me go
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey…
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| Fuck you, fuck you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck You, artist - Prophet Posse. Album song Enquiring Minds, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп