Shut Yo Face (Uncle f*cka) lyrics

[Intro: Terrance and Phillip]
U-N-C-L-E f*ck you, Uncle f*cka....Do right!
Hey, hey
Ugh
Slip-n-slide, n*ggas...

[Chorus]
Uncle f*cka whatcha say? Motherf*cker!
Shut yo f*cking face
Uncle f*cka whatcha say? Motherf*cker!
Shut yo f*cking face

[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]
Everybody wanna be the big boy
Sling king with the biggest names in the game
In the wood grain
Big biz, big chains
Big things on the big mane
Motherf*ckers done lost they brain
This sh*t ain't fun
The bullsh*t ain't done
Gonna have to get the gun now
Gotta learn how to run now
Cuz you the one now
That they be talking bout
When they hanging out
Trying to play ya how to drain you out
Two shots rang you out
Tried to slide in the game, you out
Think it's the game about, sh*t
Ask or repeat anybody you know used to be big back in the day
They probably been in the grave or swore? from the heat of the cage
Them n*ggas is dead
[Chorus]
Uncle f*cka whatcha say? Motherf*cker!
Shut yo f*cking face
Uncle f*cka whatcha say? Motherf*cker!
Shut yo f*cking face

[Verse 2: Trina]
Did I approve for you to talk to me?
Motherf*ckers like you
Hell, I preach it to 'em
First hand I teach 'em
No psychic, b*tch
Hell, I reach it to 'em
No bus, no fuss dog
No sucks in the Lex, dog
Don't see no checks dog
And stop beggin' when it's wet, dog
But you could bet, dog
That you don't know no ho that'll hide the work
Two clips inside the purse
f*ck me I'ma ride you first
f*ck hard till the condom bursts
But umm...
I need my dinero
Lee tight figero
White gold
With the X and O's
You putas betta know
Trina is a betta ho
Oh, you don't know?
[Verse 3: Trick Daddy]
Y'all betta quit f*cking with me
I ain't got too much to lose
I got a lot to prove
So f*ck motherf*ckers and hoes
Gotta get the dough
Save it up till I pay my dues
Respect the rules

Motherf*ckers that is trying to hold me down
Think you can hold me down
Hoes ain't know me
Bet they ass know me now
Since I'm in Dolby now
b*tches, I play with 'em
And hoes, I lay with 'em
And women, I just kiss 'em
While unzipping they denims
And run up in 'em (what)
These b*tches
They all the same
These b*tches
They all for change
These b*tches
Got game
[Chorus]
Uncle f*cka whatcha say? Motherf*cker!
Shut yo f*cking face
Uncle f*cka whatcha say? Motherf*cker!
Shut yo f*cking face

[Verse 4: Trick Daddy]
If it ain't 'bout bread, save that
Broke b*tches wanna know why I say that
If the going price is right and not too high
Goddammit, I'll pay that

I want two or three or four of 'em
So um, I could get my n*gga to throw 'em
See my hoes horny get my flow on
With dough you can't go wrong
I roll with killas, n*ggas that know
Always count the dough
Never to trust a ho
Thug n*ggas
That'll shoot yo ass
Excecute yo ass
My overtime n*ggas be grabbin it
My dogs on the bow ain't having it
Plus down south side n*ggas got AK's
'Cuz when you raise the dead you be savages

[Chorus]
Uncle f*cka whatcha say? Motherf*cker!
Shut yo f*cking face
Uncle f*cka whatcha say? Motherf*cker!
Shut yo f*cking face
Uncle f*cka whatcha say? Motherf*cker!
Shut yo f*cking face
Uncle f*cka whatcha say? Motherf*cker!
Shut yo f*cking face