Fuck You

                                  Nine shots greet ya greet ya 

Hang with Little Ceaser 

But don't sling pizza pizza 

The gat carryin' 

Rap barbarian 

'96 Blake Carrington 

I brings the most dangerous diseases 

Trife please mc's of all types 

Homosexuals dice intellectuals 

Like my flow my charm 

Wifey on the arm and stay fuckin other bitches 

Style never switches 

Inhale exhale 

Bail Neno Brown out for shooting up a townhouse 

And him sted kids fled 

Rumors was dead 

No beef with no cliques 

Niggas don't want shit 

Trife impresses 

Lex's, GsSs 

Chicks in iceberg dresses 

Who the bestest 

M.A.F.I.A. 

But fagot niggas want to spoil it 

Stop me from having marvel forces, 

Den gold Taurus 

I force it down your throat like sodomy 

Mama proud of me 

'cause I stopped killing niggas for free 



Uh, uh, The Anne Klein 

Sporting coke 

Snorting niggas lovely 

I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley 

Watch this show as my flow bubble over 

Like Mo's and Cristal's 

Ain't here to bust a pistal 

Sippin hard on Cristal 

Dreaming counts, large amounts 

'cause Frank don't play with lai money 

Get high money 

Ready to die bitch

No if, ands, or maybes 

I'm not your average lady 

Put that on my 380 

Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas 

Niggas call us Crystal and Alexus 

Bump into some hoes that be in Huston busting 

Trunk full of Donna Karen in the rental LeBaron 

Uh, who us, we just swerving 

In the dark blue Suburban 

Drinking Burbon 

With Heinekens for the chaser 

Police'll never chase us 

We too fly for that 

Process the fingerprinted 

We too fucked for that 

I be, flirtin for certain 

Wearing short skirts and 

But ain't no shit certain 

See, that's the difference between me and other bitches 

They fuck to get they riches 

I fuck to bust a nut 

Lil Kim not a slut 

I gotta reputation to look out for 

Plus my boss is a outlaw 



Uh, these mothafuckas think they tough guys 

Mothafuckas better hold hands stepping on ass

Foggot ass mothafuckas 

Really ain' t no true players 



Death comes the shit that oppose the clique 

Dick-riders get off the dick 

'cause Larceny got guns for why'all 

And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all 

Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out 

Niggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out 

Then I blacks out 

Start shooting kids, cribs suspicious 

Making my escape jumping bridges 

Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious 

Rule number three don't take love from no bitches 

You know what makes me much stronger than you 

I can take pain much longer than you 

So what you gonna do when I run up in that ass, creep 

How you want to spit a grease