f*ck The Ying Yang Twins lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


Hey! I went to school with them pus*y ass n*ggas
They ain't worth sh*t
Man I remember when that n*gga used to be ridin? in that f*cked up ass pontiac
And that sh*t was god damn sittin? outside
He had it posted up like that mother f*cker was hard
That n*gga ain't hard, that no hand ass n*gga who he be runnin? with
That n*gga ain't sh*t neither, he was up at south side
Big boy poppin? cuz he make that bank hit bounce sh*t
I almost slapped his punk ass one day in the lunch room
He ain't, god damn. I seen him, god damn when whistlin? down the street
Talkin? bout he need a ride, what kinda n*gga need a ride?
They made whistle while you twurk, And thats functionin?
Ain't these some hatin ass n*ggas? Now look at this sh*t
I asked that n*gga to run me up the street when he got that god damn Impala
He said nah, now that was some f*cked up ass sh*t
Them ol? pus*y ass n*ggas can suck my di*k! (faggots)

(Verse 1)
Im goin? back mother f*cker from the 6 zone
The same crippled mother f*cker got picked on
I ain't never really have sh*t, holme
But a hard time and cold in my spit, holme
Now certain that wasn't workin? sh*t, holme
Man some label me a b*tch, holme
The only plan is im bout to get rich, holme
If u don?t like what im sayin?, suck my di*k, holme!
Poppin? pills and n*ggas droppin? and fallin? off the f*ckin block
Some n*ggas doin? good and some n*ggas on crack rocks
Some of these n*ggas make a hell livin? in the game
Some of these n*ggas may try but it seems they can't
Cuz when they come down, they see this sh*t get hard
I know you try to be a man but that sh*t get hard
If you got it on your chest n*gga speak your mind
In your ass get it wrong, you gon leave by nine! (Now)
I remember when that n*gga D-roc?s mama used to be candy lady
That n*gga had to go come strait home from school
And could never go outside and play
That lil punk ass boy, I always told him he wasn't never gon blow up in this sh*t
But he still wanna be in this sh*t and he start runnin? with god damn Kain
Like they were really gon blow up bein? the Ying Yang Twins
Them ol? punk ass n*ggas! (Where your handicap sign at?)
(Verse 2)
Busta bustas nothin? else but bustas
Glustlas on a n*gga pinky make em mug us
Grills, my squad conceal upon here
Crips, they gats conceal upon here
Off the river deep down
With crip then be quietKnown from the east to the f*ckin? west side
n*gga down to ride cuz im soldierfied
Never swallow my pride and you can check my height
Look n*gga Im gon run your bone and try to get with
To put this sh*t in, now you shaken like a b*tch
f*ck that sh*t, a n*gga sayin you tryin to sound like me
So Im gon bust you in the lip like we shoppin? for free
And you?re at a low of words for a cat
Got your tongue with the gat
Got your mouth wide open, so who wanna...Oh u think your The Don!?
Ha ha; that ain't so, now its real n*gga im a step in to let you f*ckin? know!
Hey, you remember that n*gga Ed used to walkin? tall
He walkin? tall, god he got em beat, he got them golds
He think his pockets swole
Them n*ggas still ain't got it goin? on
He walkin? around tellin? his holmes like a lil punk ass boy
I used to give him his way all the time, he just loved talkin? sh*t
Now he think he walkin? tall
Cuz he got that whistle while he twurk! ( I heard he still stay wit this mama)
(Verse 3)
Middle of the road ah
Watch out for them rollas
Pimpin Glock, told us
Thick like soldiers
If ya?ll ain't ready, ya?ll gon get it
You b*tch ass n*ggas can't really f*ck with it
Better watch out for them boys
And here up on the map
Wherever I stop and rest, best believe Im gon to snap
You c?mon up in here now them n*ggas wanna hate em
We already on the top of that sh*t so them n*ggas can't break us
Drop you like a tree, sting you like a bee
You make me mad now im knockin? out your f*ckin? teeth
We can take it to the streets, If you ready then its on
Beat you like your daddy then see your ass on
A dead man walkin?, a deaf n*gga listenin?
A blind n*gga lookin?, a crippled n*gga flippin?
No leg n*gga runnin?, a no hand n*gga slap ya
Thats some f*cked up sh*t if no hand n*gga slap ya! (Ha)
That n*gga must be tellin? the truth cuz he a no hand ass mother f*cker
Tried to slap me with that mother f*cker but he missed
I already knew that mother f*cker wasn't sh*t when he first said that sh*t
That ol? punk ass boy, And his god damn car he ever had broke down comin? down the street
That mother f*cker just fell, that was some funny ass sh*t
Yea! And remember when we ran that punk ass n*gga out from South Side?
And god damn he ran straight up to his crib in the complete other alley
How come this mother f*cker hadnt learned yet
That was some f*cked up ass sh*t, It was funny though
It was funny to me cuz this mother f*cker think this other n*gga gonna help him
And everybody started turnin? their back on himI already knew he wasn't sh*t and he never gon be sh*t and he ain't never gon mount to sh*t!
(Repeat 3 times)
f*ck the Ying Yang Twins! They ain't sh*t
They ain't ridin on dubs! They ain't sh*t
They got them golds in they mouth, but they ain't sh*t
They ain't sh*t! They ain't sh*t!
f*ck the Ying Yang Twins!
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