f*ck You lyrics

[Intro - Gangsta Boo]
Yeah, y'all know what time it is n*gga
I'm bringin' a lot of sh*t today
I'm bringin M-Child
I'm bringin' two for ya
I'm also bringin' the pain n*gga
Cause when I come, I'm comin' for you
So you better ask some-mothaf*ckin-body
For the 9-8, until 2 G's n*gga
I'm takin' over
You understand this type of sh*t
Three 6 Mafia, Hypnotize, Prophet Posse
f*ck you b*tch!

[Hook- M-Child (Prophet Posse) x2]
When we high off that green and gin
Ain't no tellin' what we'll do
You got some anna with the crew?
(f*ck you! f*ck You!)
With that heat we be bussin'
Conversation no discussion
Hollow points they comin' straight at you!
(f*ck You! f*ck You!)

[Gangsta Boo]
Bustin' b*tches daily, maybe it's the herb in me
I wanna see what you hidden for, shake 'em and see
Time to steal, time to kill, time to get real, and wassup
I'm just a beefin' in the club, tear that f*ckin' b*tch up
I'm in the corner 'round some smoke, smokin' fine ass weed
Freakin' like Vanessa Del Rio, won't you take you a peak
MOB, it was me, bringin' sh*t to the do'
I be the lady unabomber, bombin' b*tches and mo'
So time to go toe to toe, with a b*tch that be rockin'
Ain't nothin' stoppin' Prophet Posse 'til your body be droppin'
You f*ckin' b*tch, spittin' rhythms in your rhyme like a joke
I'm gonna tote you like a 90 when I'm pullin' that dope
I know you're hopin' that I'll fall to my face, but I ain't
My shoes are stuck to the ground when I walk out on bank
Another f*ckin' LP dropped like it's some rice
We be straight like 9:15, b*tch, f*ck your spot
n*gga!
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[Verse 2: M-Child]
Let cha let cha mind explode
With these lyrics I control
Just a peak to let you see
How M-Child do it in Flip Mode
Now I'm baddest on a level
Find a new way to be paid
Ain't gon' burn or slice or beat 'em down
With bats and Prophet dank
Yellin' thangs, I'm comin' up
And n*ggas want your life to live
Pack that steel if you real
But you better shoot to kill
All that flossin' ain't gon' do
Bring a gun without the clip
And for the rest of your life
You'll be walkin' around with a half-ass limp
Read my lips, don't f*ck with us
Because we dangerous
And when we on that good stuff
Like a junkie, we be anxious
To get up in yo sh*t
And take your life with all quickness
A Orange Mound playa that be strictly bout his business
Watch out, n*gga
Don't give a f*ck, n*gga
Walk on top of water
We some mean ass n*ggas
Prophet 'til I fry
So f*ck with me, you can't avoid
Plus the first time you slip
You goin bungee jumpin without the cord, b*tch!!!
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[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
Coulda been a friend, seemed to busy pimpin'
Gettin' upon the skin
I had no team, 34 Hanc*ck
Puttin' them cuts upon these men
Again it's on, don't be phony
Tellin' these hoes that I love 'em
You think you're tough fool
Look at your ?, hey, they groupies
n*gga, don't give a f*ck
Wanna know 'bout better things
That fool is gonna be ?
Raisin' doja, what I saw is me
I best get the motha-f*cka off
B-b-ba-da-boom, pa-ta-pa-ta-pow
Loadin' got me goin' down
Swear I'm trippin'
'Fore I come up, just-a left a f*ckin' cal
On the ground with the 40
Hell, and me criticizing', no
Ho, I never sold no dope
Oh sh*t, then shoot me cuz I'm ?
Some of them charges, said the sergeant
"You been wanted for the longest, on the street, they call you Creep"
Nah, n*gga, my name is ??
Well, if you're wanted
Then I'm gonna give you something to collect
Man, you can take that mothaf*ckin' gat
And stick that heat up your ass
Nine in my ?, got the 5 ???
3 with the tag around my throat, gotta let me go
[Hook x 2]

[Prophet Posse- repeat to fade]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...
f*ck you, f*ck you