F**K Ya Mother lyrics

I will rock it not, b*tch
Remain emotionless, on some Doctor Spock sh*t
Robot n*gga, Inspector Gadget with ratchet
Go-go four-four blood in your back b*tch
Listen, I will bash your brain
With a walking stick, b*tch felt the wrath of Kane
Bullets make you dance, scoop, and scrap lover
f*ck firin' on fam, we could scrap sucka
This n*gga said he know fifty too
Shot up in the elbow, let's see what that sh*t can do
You whack! Be hatin'
Date rape satan, initiate freebasin
n*ggas hate the oaf
Go cover bloods from the f*ckin' sacred goat
What the f*ck that mean?
Sean Price the nicest n*gga that's on Buckshot Team

[Chorus x2]
You f*ck with me I'll have her tied up in the crib
Like f*ck your mother, she's a stupid little b*tch
I banged her about ten times a night, b*tch
She ain't nothin' but a little fight

Kiss the motherf*ckin' ring, we on some mob sh*t
sh*t on that pity party, f*ck that sob sh*t
Disrespect you, open neck you, hog spit
Have my man Blizz violate your carcass
Frank Matthews, catch me if you can
Treat a hatin' ass n*gga like Spam, ignored him
You ain't cop that piece from the district, you copped that from ?
You don't come straight for the re-up, n*gga, always be shorten
Always talkin' that bread sh*t
But when them n*ggas come out with them big toys
You be on that givin' head sh*t
Kill yourself, your whole life is whack
Thirty-five and still sellin' crack? Grow up n*gga
The other day homie copped a benz
Call yourself a kingpin and you're still coppin' twenty grams
f*ck outta here n*gga, scram, you a peon
You should get peed on
R Kelly style, little n*ggas trilly wild
[Chorus]
Good job you f*ckin' pricks
? and f*ck your mother

Push God, b*tch