Paroles: Soundtrack Artists. Fuck That.

Now everybody put your middle fingers in the air
And repeat after me:

Now fuck that
I'm tired of bitches riffin' and trippin'
Now fuck that
You owe a nigger 'cause he went to prision
Now fuck that
You ain't givin' head, mom in and beat it
Oh you a saint now but you pushin' me to eat it

Now fuck that
All of sudden Harlem ain't real,
like we end all for money and we started pushin' grills
Now fuck that
Everybody singin' this and that
Like bad for that nigger that be spittin' on them tracks
Like motion record labels, who came at me with offers
Like eight fuckin' albums and shorty's just a (?)

Now fuck that
Thank bad bitches from when you holler
Like you ain't in the fire but you walkin' right beside her
Now fuck that
Ma I don't let them front when you dared
And them pay to get they number
with they fingers in your hair

Now fuck that
Bitches with babies actin' for dollers
Smokin high they kicks is proud of
But don't know the baby father and
Shorty run around with Gucci on her feet with a GAP outfit
Like that shit is really sweet

Now fuck that
Niggers who charge for thing that's shitty
Now fuck that
Wack ass albums nigger come get me
Now fuck that
That's the hottest dog who fuckin' with me
Not that nigger in your box
You really think that nigger hot

Now fuck that
Some say that kid ain't nice,
'Cause that song too hot,no that kid didn't write
Like I don't go right
Like I don't flow tight
You know that nigger they just figure that he won't go life

Now fuck that
None of them broads who came at me wrong
Like ooh you look young but don't know that I'm grown
Now fuck that
This is for my teens on the block

Push green (?) I rock
Six teens in them glocks

Now fuck that
Bitch ass cops with head triggers
Now fuck that
Protect shit that air niggers
Just a bunch of hate crimes like rape and luema
And murder in the alleys
Spittin' slugs from (?)
And they feel it's ok when they set up OJ
But they wana bag G and Puff and throw the key away

Now fuck that
Hollywood rappers who never sold that
If they jewelry last week is was gone
Now fuck that
Bring back them 4.0's
Everybody ain't rich to go out on a 6

Now fuck that
That's right you only live once
Fuckin' spin how you wanna go, trick on them stunts
If you do a little exol, hit a few blunts
Get high, get crunk, have fun, get drunk

Now fuck that
Niggers who come at you with tapes
Like it's easy 'cause you sign and they won't have to wait
Now fuck that
Hearin' out every beat, wait
When you find what you like, shit it ain't on the tape

Now fuck that
Look dogs I'm gone eat gray
Fuck a feature they don't wanna
Shit is hot any way any day
We can battle dog verse for verse
Fuck will I'm gone curse
As matter fact you fuckin' jerk

Now fuck that

And shorty if you gonna get the Gucci shoes
Get the Gucci outfit to match
GAP don't match with that shit ma
Ya heard
He, Harlem is back
Expect it and respect it nigger
Yo Duro you got anything to say

Now fuck that