f*ck You Too lyrics

by

Scarface


[Intro: Scarface]
You know they always say, man, it's tough being at the top, huh?
I couldn't agree with you more
Jealous hearted motherf*cker
Never been able to f*ck with me n*gga, ever
Super solid from day one
Never put myself in a compromised position, I'm a chess player
And if I did... I'd just shoot my way out

[Verse 1: Scarface]
First born to my momma
I come from the place where you're promised
To die before your 21st
You'll be surprised what's underneath the earth
Dug dirt, I put bones there
All my enemies is gone now
I can't sleep through the cold sweats
Flashbacks, I'm a known threat
God fearing yet I'm evil though
I think deep, I believe in ghosts
Ever felt the hand of a dead body?
Then you know why I took my gun and head-shot him
War started over dope cuts
I put what I live by on both nuts
It's either him or me so I say f*ck dude
I look him in his eyes and say f*ck YOU!
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
f*ck you, hey, I been running this sh*t so long
My M.O. is like "f*ck you!"
You n*ggas been throwing rocks at the throne
I'ma reach out and touch you
I ain't gotta put no money on your dome
My n*gga, f*ck you and everything you stand for
Hoe, b*tch, pus*y n*gga, f*ck you!

[Verse 2: Scarface]
I live like I spit it
Raised by the wolves so my mentality is "get it"
A life on the streets takes commitment
The power that you gain gets addictive
The money being made gets you b*tches
A real n*gga played the game like it's business
A weak n*gga facing time, go to snitching
Plotting on his whole team 'cause he ain't wanna listen
If it was all good just a week ago
Take your motherf*cking charge, that's your key of dope
We all wanna eat, gotta feed folks
Took an oath on the streets called a G code
That's what we live by, die for it
I got homies standing firm doing time for it
We have five-K-one's, gun killers
[?] bust that n*gga, f*ck that n*gga!
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
f*ck you, hey, I been running this sh*t so long
My M.O. is like "f*ck you!"
You n*ggas been throwing rocks at the throne
I'ma reach out and touch you
I ain't gotta put no money on your dome
My n*gga, f*ck you and everything you stand for
Hoe, b*tch, pus*y n*gga, f*ck you!

[Verse 3: Scarface]
They jealous of me cause I shine bright
My grind strong plus my mind right
My gun loaded up in both clips
Jump out on me wrong and meet the four fifth
No sh*t, this is music you can drive-by
G's the only code we abide by
Blunt burning in the ashtray
Playing faggot games and now your ass chafe
n*ggas wearing tight pants and high heels
Claiming another n*gga's hood that is not real
I am still the hardest n*gga being heard
f*ck he claiming he real when he ain't keep his word?
He ain't fooling me, my n*gga, he is just a nerd
Nothing but a rap tune, he ain't seen a bird, word
I talk that sh*t that I can back, though
Cause that's in my boxing game, I'm in the back, hoe
Talk that big six but pack a double blank
You where trouble ain't
Just another saint, f*ck 'em!
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