Be, I'm feeling it from the heart now, be
Yo straight up, yo, this Murder, Harlem World is the clique
I'm with my nigga Killer and we 'bout to lay it down
For y'all, niggaz, all y'all faggot ass niggaz out there
That wouldn't give us 300 dollars for the tape
To make a demo, f*ck y'all, niggaz
All y'all bitches that wouldn't suck my dick
When I was Mason Betha, f*ck y'all, bitches
And all y'all bitches that wanna f*ck my nigga Huddy Combs
'cause he roll wid me, f*ck y'all, bitches
All y'all niggaz that f*cked around
And made my nigga Blood can't be here
Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, f*ck y'all, niggaz
This goes out to Mr. F*ckin' Russell
Who never let me gamble or play numbers
You always talkin' 'bout I'm f*ckin' too young
And what about that f*ckin', that f*ckin' transit cop
Who was there every time I had to f*ckin' hop the train
Want to play like he f*ckin' ran the whole station
Like he, like he had to run the whole f*ckin' shift
Also yeah, yeah, that teacher who failed me
To that bitch who never bailed me
You thought I wasn't getting out, right, bitch?
Now, I got out, f*ck you
Plus, she never gave me no bread
Plus, she never gave me no head
That pussy was so wack
It was wack, be, yo, f*ck you
Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro, now, I'm f*ckin' yo' hoe
F*ck you but I know these
These bitches wanna say f*ck these niggaz, too, right?
He want you to lick his balls but yo, his dick is small
Tell that nigga, f*ck you, f*ck him, be
Yeah, he always wanna come beat it
But the nigga never wanna eat it
F*ck that nigga, Cam will eat it, I really don't care, f*ck him
Never spends a dime, he never comes home on time, f*ck them, be
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
(F*ck you)
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
(F*ck you)
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
Mayn, f*ck you
