f*ck That sh*t lyrics

[Master P]
F-F-F-f*ck that sh*t
If you don't like how I'm living well f*ck you
F-F-F-f*ck that sh*t
If you don't like how I'm living well f*ck you

Back to the muthaf*ckin locs, n*ggas wanna joke
But it's time to sell, let's go
n*ggas talking bout the rich ain't hard as dope
But they better back off because we came up
Now I'm back in the hood with the whole
Sceam selling dope to the muthaf*ckin dope fiends
3 keys and the n*gga came up
Too many fiends to keep this muthaf*ckin game up
Now I'm rapping, n*ggas say I win for jyp, sike!

f*ck that sh*t
From the city where we never sell out b*tch
f*ck that sh*t
From the city where we never sell out b*tch
f*ck that sh*t. From the city where we never sell out b*tch
f*ck that sh*t

Life
Life in the muthaf*ckin game
You know you have to live in the
South to get a muthaf*ckin name
Wanna be me, wanna be you
But they ain't down with a f*ckin clue
Talkin that sh*t for centuries
[?] that ho never been to penitentery
n*ggas I hit, n*ggas talking sh*t
But a n*gga that don't quit
Can't hook the muthaf*ckin beata
I pack a f*ckin 9 for the suckas that wanna greed us
I'm a n*gga on a role to get paid, b*tch
f*ck that sh*t
From the city where we never sell out b*tch
f*ck that sh*t
From the city where we never sell out b*tch
f*ck that sh*t

Back to the muthaf*ckin fiend
Back on another n*ggas dream
n*ggas gettin paid by the grouse
And every f*ckin body in the hood gotta sell dope
Because the white man gotta f*cking see us sold out
The ghetto code living and then it blows up
n*ggas getting jacked for their jewels
Read bout another n*gga on the f*ckin news
n*ggas go trippin, n*ggas in there dippin
But a gold P ain't snippin
n*ggas out whatchin his f*ckin back
n*ggas get stuck like that. f*ck that sh*t
f*ck that sh*t. Give a n*gga a f*ckin deal on a job
Give a n*gga the gatt code and teach him how to ride
Because the way I felt won't pay a n*gga rent, he still can't
You said it makes no sense to take a brotha
To jail for his reputation, when the government is
Drived by the flation
A brotha gettin beat by the police
One black judge and you think this sh*t is sease
I'm sell caine to get my grits, because I can't get a job so...
f*ck that sh*t
From the city where we never sell out b*tch
f*ck that sh*t
From the city where we never sell out b*tch
f*ck that sh*t
From the city where we never sell out b*tch
f*ck that sh*t
From the city where we never sell out b*tch

Yeah and now you know that the muthaf*ckin Real Untouchables
Is straight bumpin that muthaf*cka
Underground sh*t to yo muthaf*ckin speaker
All you n*ggas that think we weak you better jump off
Before we get a muthaf*ckin 9mm you crizzome
In other words all you punk muthaf*ckas
That out chasin and probation
And don't wanna see a n*gga come up
You ain't nothin but a punk-ass b*tch
Check this out I wanna say f*ck that sh*t to the system
The punk police
The radio station that doesn't wanna play our sh*t
And all those n*ggas that think we can't come up
f*ck ya'll too young saying
Yo G you got something you wanna
Say before we cut out this muthaf*cka?
[Calli G]
Yeah I wanna say f*ck the muthaf*ckin FBI
The CIA and any muthaf*cka that's playing ???
Step up and get quickness in the muthaf*cka
Because I'm fiending for 187
Anytime any day. Yeah, yeah
We out this muthaf*cka, kid cut the music off
f*ck ya'll
f*ck that sh*t
Answer the phone P
Hello?