Fuck You (Letra)

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Fuck you – you really like that money
Fuck you – i bet you bet it’s funny
Fuck you – your pillow full of nickels
Fuck you – as long as you can sleep at night

Fuck you – you truly are my best friend
Fuck you – forever never ending
Fuck you – you love me like a brother
Fuck you – you rob me like a…

You got no spine
You live your lie
You hide your story
And even though it’s not the money
It’s the pain
You hide in vein
I’ll see you sorry
Cause what you greed is what you get

Take it all

Fuck me – i can’t believe i bought it
Fuck me – i would have never thought it
Fuck me- your financial amnesia
Fuck me – later when i see zure

Take it! what? you can’t hang on?
I can’t take it what you want from me
You wanna watch me bleed
Pain pain go away
Fuck with me some other day

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Shit
Feel this

<hook #1>
If your hoped we wouldn’t make it, fuck you (fuck you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
And you said we wouldn’t cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
<repeat 2x’s>

[jadakiss]
Yo, everybody’s a snake
That’s why i try to keep the grass cut
So i can see ‘em when they coming
Then i heat they ass up
Cuz’ them niggas that you went to school with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into cool whip
Niggas that you running round getting ass with
Ain’t gon’ help you do nothing but carry your casket
Got the nerve to ask kiss why i smoke so much
And how i’m such a young nigga that seem to know so much
While you was running round pumping for niggas
I was listening
And you still pumping for niggas
I’m coming through visiting
You heard, l-o-x came through in a yellow lex
And hop out with the air force one’s with yellow checks
And you liable to see me dolo, icing the rolo
Burner under the polo, alot of y’all is homos
Funny style niggas never down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
I’ll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids
Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs
Don’t even hit me on my hip if i ain’t give you a call
And i ain’t got a home phone number, i live on the road
Now i’m getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger ‘xecs
Bigger bracelets with bigger begets,
Fuck y’all
[styles]
All i do is get high, and think of faving you all
Motherfuckers hit ‘cha knees and just pray to the lord
I’d rather die today than live tomorrow
Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and ball
Put in my work, you might get put in a church
Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse
Learn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off
Call me s.p., and i spit on your boss
You can die cause this shit might happen to me
But i’mma still happen to be, packin the 3
Fuck with bitches that be wrappin the keys
And the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin the d
Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees
1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner
Let you know it’s all real and you can front if you wanna
I understand, fuck it dog, die in the can
I say you pussy, you won’t die for your right-hand man
As well as your left, niggas trip, fell into death
They touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you
[sheek luchion]
A-yo, y’all niggas ain’t hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry
Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by
Putting a m*a*s*h on niggas like klinger and horgi
So soft you smushy, i blast ‘til your shit is gushy
Should be the head cat in the broadway play, you pussy
Fuck with sheek, ouija board spell "death"
You can talk that beef shit, i hope that deep shit
Be as deep as you inside the fucking cement
Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
I’ll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there
Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand
When it comes to coke, i can make a snowman, shit
Play in this shit make a angel with it
And i don’t give a fuck about that 380 that y’all share
Between the 10 y’all with the same 8 bullets from last year
When i bust i use snubs, denim flee in the spot
The hand i write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot
I want the most, roley only work when it’s next to my post
Fuck a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy
Then i’m good when i’m in the hood and i’m on the block
You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what

<hook #1>
If you hoped we wouldn’t make it, fuck you
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
And you said we wouldn’t cake it, fuck you
Only my man’s blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
<hook #2>
I’ll tell you in your face, fuck you
Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you
And watch you die on the street, fuck you
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too

Fuck You (Letra)

Ja Rule

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Trife:
Nine shots greet ya, greet ya
Hang with little ceaser
But don’t sling pizza, pizza
The gat carryin’
Rap barbarian
’96 blake carrington
I brings the most dangerous diseases
Trife please mc’s of all types
Homosexuals dice intellectuals
Like my flow, my charm
Wifey on the arm and stay fuckin other bitches
Style never switches
Inhale, exhale
Bail neno brown out for shooting up a townhouse
And him **sted** kids fled
Rumors was dead
No beef with no cliques
Niggas don’t want shit
Trife impresses
Lex’s, gsss
Chicks in iceberg dresses
Who the bestest
M.a.f.i.a.
But faggot niggas wanna spoil it
Stop me from having marvel forces,
Den gold taurus
I force it down your throat like sodomy
Mama proud of me
Cuz i stopped killing niggas for free

Lil kim:
Uh, uh, the anne klein
Sporting coke
Snorting niggas lovely
I keep my pussy fresh like doug e.
Watch this show as my flow bubble over
Like mo’s and cristal’s
Ain’t here to bust a pistal
Sippin hard on cristal
Dreaming counts, large amounts
Cuz frank don’t play with lai money
Get high money
Ready to die ****
No if, ands, or maybes
I’m not your average lady
Put that on my 380
Me and my bitch catch flights to texas
Niggas call us crystal and alexus
Bump into some hoes that be in huston busting
Trunk full of donna karen in the rental lebaron
Uh, who us, we just swerving
In the dark blue suburban
Drinking burbon
With heinekens for the chaser
Police’ll never chase us
Process the fingerprints
We to fly for that
I be flirten for certain
Wearin short skirts and
Aint no dicks inserting
See, that’s the difference between me and other bitches
They fuck to get they riches
I fuck to bust a nut
Lil kim not a slut
I gotta reputation to look out for
Plus my boss is a outlaw

Biggie:
Uh, these mothafuckas think they tough guys
Mothafuckas better hold hands stepping on ***
Foggot ass mothafuckas
Really ain’ t no true players

Larceny:
Death comes the **** that oppose the clique
Dick-riders get off the dick
Cuz larceny got guns for yall
And if i get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yall
Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out
Niggas getting mad cuz i dug they backs out
Then i blacks out
Start shooting kids, cribs suspicious
Making my escape jumping bridges
Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious
Rule number three don’t take love from no bitches
You know what makes me much stronger than you
I can take pain much longer than you
So what you gonna do when i run up in that ass, creep
How you wanna spit a ***grease***

Fuck You (Letra)

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[intro – gangsta boo]
Yeah, y’all know what time it is nigga
I’m bringin’ a lot of shit today
I’m bringin m-child
I’m bringin’ two for ya
I’m also bringin’ the pain nigga
‘cause when i come, i’m comin’ for you
So you better ask some-mothafuckin-body
For the 9-8, until 2 g’s nigga
I’m takin’ over
You understand this type of shit
Three 6 mafia, hypnotize, prophet posse
Fuck you bitch!

(m-child)
1 – when we high off that green and gin
Ain’t no tellin what we’ll do
You got some ani’ with the crew?
(fuck you! fuck you!)
With that heat we be bussin
Conversation no discussion
Hollow points they comin straight at you!
(fuck you! fuck you!)

Repeat 1

[gangsta boo]
Bustin’ bitches daily, maybe it’s the herb in me
I wanna see what you hidden for, shake ‘em and see
Time to steal, time to kill, time to get real, and wassup
I’m just a beefin’ in the club, tear that fuckin’ bitch up
I’m in the corner ‘round some smoke, smokin’ fine ass weed
Freakin’ like vanessa del rio, won’t you take you a peak
Mob, it was me, bringin’ shit to the door
I be the lady unabomber, bombin’ bitches and mo’
So time to go toe to toe, with a bitch that be rockin’
Ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ prophet posse ‘til your body be droppin’
You fuckin’ bitch, spittin’ rhythms in your rhyme like a joke
I’m gonna tote you like a 90 when i’m pullin’ that dope
I know you’re hopin’ that i’ll fall to my face, but i ain’t
My shoes are stuck to the ground when i walk out on bank
Another fuckin’ lp dropped like it’s some rice
We be straight like 9:15, bitch, fuck your spot
Nigga!

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

(m-child)
Let cha let cha mind explode
With these lyrics i control
Just a peak to let you see
How m-child do it in flip mode
Now i’m baddest on a level
Find a new way to be paid
Ain’t gon’ burn or slice or beat ‘em down
With bats and prophet dank
Yellin’ thangs, i’m comin’ up
And niggas want your life to live
Pack that steel if you real
But you better shoot to kill
All that flossin’ ain’t gon’ do
Bring a gun without the clip
And for the rest of your life
You’ll be walkin’ around with a half-ass limp
Read my lips, don’t fuck with us
Because we dangerous
And when we on that good stuff
Like a junkie, we be anxious
To get up in yo shit
And take your life with all quickness
A orange mound playa that be strictly bout his business
Watch out, nigga
Don’t give a fuck, nigga
Walk on top of water
We some mean ass niggas
Prophet ‘til i fry
So fuck with me, you can’t avoid
Plus the first time you slip
You goin bungee jumpin without the cord, bitch!!!

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

(koopsta knicca)
Coulda been a friend, seemed to busy pimpin’
Gettin’ upon the skin
I had no team, 34 hancock
Puttin’ them cuts upon these men
Again it’s on, don’t be phony
Tellin’ these hoes that i love ‘em
You think you’re tough fool
Look at your ?, hey, they groupies
Nigga, don’t give a fuck
Wanna know ‘bout better things
That fool is gonna be ?
Raisin’ doja, what i saw is me
I best get the motha-fucka off
B-b-ba-da-boom, pa-ta-pa-ta-pow
Loadin’ got me goin’ down
Swear i’m trippin’
‘fore i come up, just-a left a fuckin’ cal
On the ground with the 40
Hell, and me criticizing’, no
Ho, i never sold no dope
Oh shit, then shoot me cuz i’m ?
Some of them charges, said the sergeant
"you been wanted for the longest, on the street, they call you creep"
Nah, nigga, my name is ??
Well, if you’re wanted
Then i’m gonna give you something to collect
Man, you can take that mothafuckin’ gat
And stick that heat up your ass
Nine in my ?, got the 5 ???
3 with the tag around my throat, gotta let me go

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

[prophet posse]
2 – hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey…
Fuck you, fuck you

Repeat 2 to fade

Fuck You (Letra)

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[answering machine girl]
Hi baby
I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all
And i do understand
You have no idea how much i understand
But you also don’t have any idea how much i love you
I love you so much
I think about you i feel you in my arms
I miss you.. i miss you terribly
I’ve just always wanted someone like you in my life
I love you so much; that i’d do anything
I’d do anything
I’ll be your perfect woman for you

[dr. dre]
I just wanna fuck bad bitches
All them nights i never had bitches
Now i’m all up in that ass bitches
Mad at ‘cha boyfriend, aint ‘cha?
You’se a bad girl, gotta spank ya
Gotta thank ya for that head clinic
Explicit, hella photogenic
And tell your friends where the dick’s at
Where they can get hit and won’t get back to they soulmate
Before you kiss ‘em use colgate
"she swallowed it!" yeah the bitch took the whole eight
And ran with it, then let mel-man hit it
And hit the man hit it; damn bitches
Man, this is what i’m talkin about
Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth
Out and about with your nigga like it never took place
(airtouched) next time you need a taste

Chorus:

I just wanna fuuuuuck you
No touchin and rubbin gul, you got a husband who
Loves.. you..
Don’t need you all in mine
I just wanna fuuuuuck you
We can’t be kissin and huggin gul, you got a husband who
Loves.. you..
You need to give him your quality time

[devin the dude]
You got the number, it’s on you to make the call
You know i cum quick; help you re-decorate your walls
Cut your backyard, don’t have to act hard to get the cock
And if i’m goin too far, i take it out and wipe it off
And put it back up, and keep going
You tryin to hide it from your husband but i know he be knowin
That your pussy’s been tampered with
Then you show him the new trick of how you can lick it, smoke a cancer stick
You be workin it like a dancer bitch, it’s hard on me
Not to give you all of my time, that you wanted
You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed
I’d rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead
But, tonight, i guess it’d be aight if we can touch bases
Hookup somewhere and exchange some "fuck faces"
I know your man’s lookin for ya, he’s always tryin to run ya
Don’t worry bout me handcuffin gul cause i just wanna fuck witchu

[snoop dogg]
.. fuck witchu
On the sneak tip, on some creep shit
So whatcha gon’ do, ya freak bitch?
You, actin, like you, don’t, do, dicks
That’s the kinda bitch i hate fuckin wit
Baby was a virgin, that’s what she said
So i gave her some hennesey, she gave me some head
I fucked her on the flo’, so i wouldn’t mess up my bed
Then lil’ 1/2 dead put his dick on her head
Take that bitch home, and give her a bone
And give her the number to my cellular phone
Man, she blowin up my pager, the shit’s gettin major
A favor for a favor, this dick is what i gave her
Somethin to go by, and bitches know why
Stuff dick in they mouth, and then i’m out (see-ya!)
Twenty-fo’ seven, dre, snoop, and devin
We servin’ these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch!

Chorus

Fuck You (Letra)

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f/ Devin the Dude, Snoop Dogg

[answering machine girl]
Hi baby
I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all
And I do understand
You have no idea how much I understand
But you also don’t have any idea how much I love you
I love you so much
I think about you I feel you in my arms
I miss you.. I miss you terribly
I’ve just always wanted someone like you in my life
I love you so much; that I’d do anything
I’d do anything
I’ll be your perfect woman for you

[Dr. Dre]
I just wanna fuck bad bitches
All them nights I never had bitches
Now I’m all up in that ass bitches
Mad at ‘cha boyfriend, aint ‘cha?
You’se a bad girl, gotta spank ya
Gotta thank ya for that head clinic
Explicit, hella photogenic
And tell your friends where the dick’s at
Where they can get hit and won’t get back to they soulmate
Before you kiss ‘em use Colgate
‘She Swallowed It!’ Yeah the bitch took the whole eight
and ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it
and Hit the Man hit it; damn bitches
Man, this is what I’m talkin about
Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth
Out and about with your nigga like it never took place
(Airtouched) Next time you need a taste

Chorus:

I just wanna fuuuuuck you
No touchin and rubbin gul, you got a husband who
loves.. you..
Don’t need you all in mine
I just wanna fuuuuuck you
We can’t be kissin and huggin gul, you got a husband who
loves.. you..
You need to give him your quality time

[Devin the Dude]
You got the number, it’s on you to make the call
You know I cum quick; help you re-decorate your walls
Cut your backyard, don’t have to act hard to get the cock
And if I’m goin too far, I take it out and wipe it off
and put it back up, and keep going
You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin
that your pussy’s been tampered with
Did you show him the new trick of how you can make it smoke a cancer stick
You be workin it like a dancer bitch, it’s hard on me
Not to give you all of my time, that you wanted
You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed
I’d rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead
But, tonight, I guess it’d be aight if we can touch bases
Hookup somewhere and exchange some ‘Fuck Faces’
I know your man’s lookin for ya, he’s always tryin to run ya
Don’t worry bout me handcuffin gul cause I just wanna fuck witchu

[Snoop Dogg]
.. fuck witchu
On the sneak tip, on some creep shit
So whatcha gon’ do, ya freak bitch?
You, actin, like you, don’t, do, dicks
That’s the kinda bitch I hate fuckin wit
Baby was a virgin, that’s what she said
So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head
I fucked her on the flo’, so I wouldn’t mess up my bed
Then Lil’ 1/2 Dead put his dick on her head
Take that bitch home, and give her a bone
And give her the number to my cellular phone
Man, she blowin up my pager, the shit’s gettin major
A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her
Somethin to go by, and bitches know why
Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I’m out (see-ya!)
Twenty-fo’ seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin
We servin’ these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch!

Chorus

Fuck You (Letra)

E-40

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My emotion runs high
Can you counterweight and make me feel?
Can you hear my voice come down, come down?
Can you take that away and do what I say?

Fuck you
This doesn’t matter
Don’t say this doesn’t matter
‘Cause you don’t know what you mean

I’m so tired of your ways
Don’t say this doesn’t matter
Fuck you this doesn’t matter
Don’t say this doesn’t matter

My emotions runs so high
Can you take that away to make me feel
I gave through intimidation
Cut back by the words you said
And the way you said them

Fuck you
This doesn’t matter
Don’t say this doesn’t matter
‘Cause you don’t know what you mean

I’m so tired of your ways
Don’t say this doesn’t matter
Fuck you this doesn’t matter
Don’t say this doesn’t matter

Fuck You (Letra)

Dog Eat Dog

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FUCK YOU I’M THROUGH
I WANT NOTHING MORE FROM YOU
MY SANITY IS WEARING THIN
IRATE, I HATE
YOU DETERMINED YOUR OWN FATE
NOW EVERYTHING IS CAVING IN

FUCK YOUR POWER TRIP AND
FUCK YOUR ATTITUDE AND
FUCK YOUR BLOATED EGO TOO
FUCK YOUR HISTORY, YOUR TRAGEDY, YOUR MISERY
BUT MOST OF ALL…….FUCK YOU!

FUCK THIS, ALL OF THIS
BITCH AND MOAN AND BLEED AND PISS
SECONDS AWAY FROM GOIN’ DOWN
GO AHEAD AND PUSH ME
YOUR FAKERY, YOUR BUTCHERY
IS NOTHING COMPARED TO MY HATE FOR YOU

FUCK YOUR APATHY AND
FUCK YOUR EMPATHY AND
FUCK YOUR NIHILISM, TOO
FUCK YOUR BITTER PILLS, TAKE EM ALL, YOU
NEVER WILL
BUT MOST OF ALL…….FUCK YOU!

NOTHING CHANGES, NOTHING FAZES, NOTHING
STAYS THE SAME

FUCK YOUR POWER TRIP AND
FUCK YOUR ATTITUDE AND
FUCK YOUR BLOATED EGO TOO
FUCK YOUR HISTORY, YOUR TRAGEDY, YOUR MISERY
BUT MOST OF ALL……. MOTHERFUCKER FUCK YOU!

Fuck You (Letra)

India.Arie

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Uh, uh, uh
I know don’t exactly what’s wrong with your nigga’s neck
It’s ain’t my fault if he looking
You ‘spose to keep his ass in check cause
Every time i come near
All he do is stare
And i can see it in his eyes that he wants some
He know what’s in the prize, it’s red rum
To any of these hoes that come
Stand next to me and look like bums, they make pennies
And all i do is stack the paper
Just in case i run into some complications
I’m set for life, never in debt
And you frustrated when i get all the niggas’ attention
You fall off
Guess you was born to make the coffee for us
Writing bitches with a higher position
Da brat talk niggas listen
Go get a nine to five
Cause you can’t keep up with the shit i cook up
I can’t help it if you’re nigga wanna hook up

Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
Like he really wanna drop ya bad
Cause i’m the shit and i know you mad
But i don’t give a fuck, you
Got some dough but your paper ain’t as long as mine
And ya really wanna stop me bad
But fix your face bitch i’m here to stay
And i don’t give a fuck, you

And i’mma make sure that my niggas lookin’
Tell you broads to calm down there ain’t no competition
I’m flawless as the rocks on my left pinky
And i love it when y’all wanna get at me
And make me think my shit don’t stink
Evidently you ain’t satisfied at home
She ain’t got no style of her own
No body of her own
Not roaming in the v12
You turned on because i bought it myself
What other bitch do you know like this?
That’s tight as a hot curl
Known to rock worlds
Once i’m spotted you will probably drop your girl
My intimidation to niggas is challenging to ‘em
He fiending to get in my vicky’s secrets
And underneath my girbaud and my boxer shorts
I rock ice burg sports and da brat prints of all sorts
Interesting to you cause i got some dough
You thinkin’ if you and me get together
You’ll never go broke

Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
Like he really wanna drop ya bad
Cause i’m the shit and i know you mad
But i don’t give a fuck, you
Got some dough but your paper ain’t as long as mine
And ya really wanna stop me bad
But fix your face bitch i’m here to stay
And i don’t give a fuck, you
Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
Like he really wanna drop ya bad
Cause i’m the shit and i know you mad
But i don’t give a fuck, you
Got some dough but your paper ain’t as long as mine
And ya really wanna stop me bad
But fix your face bitch i’m here to stay
And i don’t give a fuck, you

Fuck You (Letra)

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F/ mase

Mase:
B, i’m feeling it from the heart now, b.
Yo straight up, yo, this murder, harlem world is the clique
I’m with my nigga killer, and we bout to lay it down 4 y’all niggaz
All yall faggot ass niggaz out there that wouldn’t give us $300 dollars for
The tape
To make a demo, fuck yall niggaz!
All y’all bitches that wouldn’t suck my dick when i was mason betha
Fuck yall bitches!
And all yall bitches that wanna fuck my nigga*
Huddy combs cuz he roll wid me, fuck yall bitches!!!
All y’all niggaz that fucked around and made my nigga blood can’t be here
Poppin’ on niggaz, mayn, fuck yall niggaz!!

*background chorus starts, goes all throughout song until noted otherwise.

Background chorus:
Aaah, oooh.
Fuck you, fuck you!

Cam’ron:
This goes out to mr. fuckin’ russell
Who never let me gamble or play numbers, you always talkin’ bout
I’m fuckin’ too young
And what about that fuckin’, that fuckin’ transit cop
Who was there every time i had to fuckin’ hop the train
Wanted to play like he fuckin’ ran the whole station
Like he, like he had to run the whole fuckin’ shift
Also yeah, yah…
To the teacher who failed me
To the bitch who never bailed me, yah, you thought i wasn’t getting out,
Right, bitch?!
Well now, i got out, fuck you!!
Plus she never gave me no bread
Plus she never gave me no head
And that pussy was soooo wack
It was wack, b. yo, fuck you!
Yeah, you thought i wouldn’t go pro
But now i’m fuckin’ yo’ hoe!!
Haha!! fuck you!!
But i know these, these bitches wanna say ‘ fuck these niggaz’, too, right?
He want you to lick his balls
But, yo, his dick is small. ha!
Tell that nigga, fuck you!!
Fuck him, b.
Yah, he always wanna come beat it
But the nigga never wanna eat it!
Fuck that nigga, cam will eat it, i really don’t care. fuck him!
He never spends a dime
And yo he never comes home on time. fuck them, b.

(background chorus stops)

Cam’ron, mase, lance "un" rivera, and darryl "digga" branch:
Fuck you, fuck you, fu-u-u-u-uck you! fuck you!
Fuck you, fuck you, fu-u-u-u-uck you! fuck you!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck y-o-o-o-o-o-ou! hey!!
Fuck you!!!!

Cam:
Mayn, fuck you!
(laughter)

Fuck You (Letra)

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[Chorus: scratching]
Pain In Da Ass “Fuck You” [3x]
Styles “I don’t give a fuck” [3x]
Styles “I don’t give a fuck who you are”
Pain In The Ass ” Fuck You”
Nas “Niggaz is this and that”
Big Pun “I’m even, even better than before”
Styles “I don’t give a fuck who you are”
Pain In Da Ass “Fuck you”
Nas “Niggaz is this and that, I’m just, I’m just, I’m just the best”
Styles “I don’t give a fuck who you are”
Pain In Da Ass “Fuck you”
Nas “Niggaz is this and that”
Big Pun “I’m even, even better than before”
Styles “I don’t give a fuck who you are”
Nas “Niggaz is this and that, I’m just, I’m just, I’m just the best”

[Verse]
Either I’m trippin’ off the ecstasy
Or I could feel the world turnin’
I’m havin’ flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin’
Comin’ up, I was taught never back down
That’s why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there ain’t a shell left
Come with my gun smokin’, you can smell death
They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie
Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on ‘em
There’s a lot of talk in the streets about me
Niggaz know, ain’t nothing sweet about me
Get back to questions, like “50, who shot ya?…
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?”
Nigga, street shit should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody who’s somebody already know
A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up
LET’S GO

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

[Verse]
Maaaaaaaaan
I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me
Figured they’d get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy
I been gone through static, shot at with automatics
Since 90, when Nas came out with “Illmatic”
If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Matola ain’t shootin out in the hood wit me
I’ve been shot 9 times my nigga that’s why I walk funny
Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny
With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care
Think my grandma’s prayers the only reason I’m here
My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy
That’s why you bitch like me, so I’m a heavyweight
How dare these niggaz take me lightly?
I ain’t come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me
My own homie said “50, you done lost yo’ mind”
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

[Verse]
Can’t find a nigga in the hood, that say “50 ain’t hot”
When I drop, I’m sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
Jukes me, A week later y’all be shot the fuck up
Born a healthy baby, I wasn’t always crazy
This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D’s call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin’ like “Jesus Comin'”
There’s wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart
So when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that “Rockavalede”
Talk’ll get you shot in New York – BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+
See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street
You niggaz uptown’ll “Stan” me in the street
Ha-ha

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

Fuck You (Letra)

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[Trife]
Nine shots greet ya, greet ya; hang with Lil’ Cease-ah
But don’t sling pizza, pizza
The gat carryin, rap barbarian
Ninety-six Blake Carrington
I brings the most dangerous diseases
Trife please MC’s of all types
Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm
Wifey on the arm and stay fuckin other bitches
Style never switches
Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out
for shootin up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled
Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques
Niggaz don’t want shit, Trife impresses
Lexus GS’s, chicks in iceberg dresses
Who the best is? MAFIA
But faggot niggaz wanna spoil it
Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets
I force it down your throat like sodomy; mama proud of me
Cause I stopped killin niggaz for free

[Lil’ Kim]
Uhh, uhh
The Anne Klein sportin coke, snortin niggaz lovely
I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley; watch the show
as my flow bubble over like Mo’s and Cristal’s
Ain’t scared to bust my pist-al, sippin hard on Cristal
Dream accounts, large amounts
Cause Frank don’t play with lai money, get high money
Ready to die Grady, no if’s, and’s, or maybe’s
I’m not your average lady; put that on my 380
Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas
Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis
Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin
Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron
Uh, who us?
We just swervin, in the dark blue Suburban
Drinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser
Police’ll never chase us we too fly for that
Processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that
I be, flirtin for certain, wearin short skirts and
but ain’t no dicks insertin see, that’s the difference
between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches
I fuck to bust a nut, Lil’ Kim not a slut
I gotta reputation to look out for
Plus my boss is a outlaw

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhhh… motherfuckers think they tough guys
Motherfuckers better hold hands steppin up
Faggot ass motherfuckers
They really ain’t no true players

[Larceny]
Death comes to those that oppose the clique
Dick-riders get off the dick
cause, Larceny got guns for y’all
And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y’all
Catchin cases, niggaz pull they macs out
Niggaz getting mad cause I dug they backs out
Then I blacks out, start shootin kids
Cribs is vicious, makin my escape jumpin bridges
Malicious – sometimes the danger taste delicious
Rule number three don’t take love from no bitches
You know what makes me much stronger than you
I can take pain much longer than you
So what you gon’ do when I run up in that ass-crease
How you wanna spit a grease? {*echoes*}

Fuck You (Letra)

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[Background]
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccck yooooooooou
[Repeats throughout the song]

by this time I see yall I say
Fuck yall from the very start of this shit

Fuck what you into
Fuck what you been through
Fuck where you going
Fuck who scared of you
Fuck if you did fed time
Fuck ya clique
Fuck ya glocks
Matter fact Fuck ya block
Fuck who you pulled out on
Fuck you!
Fuck ya bitch
Fuck if you been outta town
Fuck ya fake ass ice grill
Fuck ya life
Fuck ya motherfuckin’ nine to five
Man I don’t give a Fuck about you
I don’t give a Fuck about your hood
I don’t give a Fuck who you know
I don’t give a Fuck if you gettin money
I don’t give a Fuck who’s watchin
Fuck if you bullshittin
Fuck ya shots off?
Fuck where you came up
fuck how you got it
Fuck ya whole situation
Fuck ya album
Fuck ya plans
Fuck ya niggas
fuck ya role man
I don’t give a fuck
Fuck ya pleas
Fuck ya rules
Fuck you you fake punk ass nigga
and Fuck how you ran shit
I don’t give a Fuck if you diesel
I don’t give a Fuck who you be
fuck if you want it
Fuck if you grimy
Fuck if you floss
and and Fuck these bitches right here if they not fucking

[GIRL 1:] wait who the Fuck you think you talking to?
[CAM:] BITCH I’m talking to you!
[GIRL 1:] whats poppin my nigga
[CAM:] What the fuck you talk —-
[GIRL 2:] I know you not talking to us
[CAM:] I’m talking to both of yall
[CAM] man Fuck outta here man Fuck yall
[GIRL:] you ain’t tlaking to me
[CAM:] Fuck you
[GIRL:] Fuck you

Fuck you Fuck you fuuuuuuucccckkkkk you
a Fuck you
a Fuck you
a Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

[DRUM FINALE]

Fuck YOU

Fuck You (Letra)

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[Lil Wayne]
Who that, Weezy Bitch
Like Sigel, you fuckin with the young don, people
Plus I’m tryna make a son, he gon’ be the sequel
Muh’fuckas better be peaceful, fo’ sheezle
I get sums in lumps, like measles
My dough sick, on occations I catch seizures
I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you
And for that cheedar, hungry niggaz’ll eat you
We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes
Bitches yell I wanna do those guys
Ain’t that cold, you know shit fucked up when you got banked at fo’
I’m 19 and I got banked at O
That’s the Bentley ma, that ain’t that Rolls
But the price on that muthafucka ain’t that low
Guaranteed that I’ll bang that fo’
If your fuckin with the dude
Big shout from Cash Money Records, Fuck You

[Chorus x8]
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you

[Mannie Fresh]
Chains, nines, guns that’s us
The slogan is "we will bust"
The rules our this our size
Cross it young nigga and you will die
Pumps, ride guns, even 25’s
Cash Money got this, don’t even try it
Stay where you from, don’t bring no static
If not, then semi-automatic
This is the payback, pussy bitch stay back
Fuck you, yo’ mama, yo’ daddy and where you lay at
What’s beef, beef is when you fuck with us
Guaranteed to lay yo’ ass up under the bus
There’s no one quicker, than a hot boy nigga
That’ll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger
There’s no one keaner, with the chrome Sarafina
Murder ain’t nuttin’ but a misdemeanor

[Chorus x4]

[Baby]
Fo’ sho’ nigga
I’m gon’ ride ‘round my city and stunt my shit
If a nigga don’t like it they can suck my dick
I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari
Lambo’ with no top I’m gon’ ride tomorrow
Fuck a cutless, regals, and rams V-12
Gotta have somethin fast just to get out them jams
Got a big ass crib with a flow lil fuck
Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up
Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth
Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo’ wrench room
Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall
Jaguar floors and fuck all yall
BMW lights, projectors to watch fights
Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads
Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain’t that crazy
I don’t give a fuck homie, that’s how I play it
Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs
In the fridge, it’s quarters to replace the eggs
From me, Fresh, and Weezy fuck what they say
I’m Cash Money stunna nigga and that’s how I play it

[Chorus x8]

Fuck You (Letra)

Ed Sheeran

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I see you driving ‘round town
With the girl I love
And I’m like

“Fuck you”
Oh, oh, oh

I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn’t enough
I’m like

“Fuck you
And fuck her, too”

I said:
“If I was richer, I’d still be with you”
Ha, now ain’t that some shit? (ain’t that some shit?)
And although there’s pain on my chest
I still wish you the best
With a

“Fuck you”
Oh, oh, oh

Yeah, I’m sorry
I can’t afford a Ferrari
But that don’t mean I can’t get you there
I guess he’s an Xbox
And I’m more Atari
But the way you play your game ain’t fair

I pity the fool
That falls in love with you (oh, shit, she’s a golddigger)
Well (just thought you should know, nigga)
Oh
I’ve got some news for you
Yeah, go run and tell your little boyfriend

I see you driving ‘round town
With the girl I love
And I’m like:

“Fuck you”
Oh, oh, oh

I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn’t enough
I’m like

“Fuck you
And fuck her, too”

I said
“If I was richer, I’d still be with you”
Ha, now ain’t that some shit? (ain’t that some shit?)
And although there’s pain on my chest
I still wish you the best
With a

“Fuck you”
Oh, oh, oh

Now I know
That I had to borrow
Beg and steal and lie and cheat
Trying to keep you
Trying to please you
‘Cause being in love with your ass ain’t cheap

I pity the fool
That falls in love with you (oh, shit, she’s a golddigger)
Well (just thought you should know, nigga)
Oh
I’ve got some news for you
Oh, I really hate your ass right now

I see you driving ‘round town
With the girl I love
And I’m like

“Fuck you”
Oh, oh, oh

I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn’t enough
I’m like

“Fuck you
And fuck her, too”

I said
“If I was richer, I’d still be with you”
Ha, now ain’t that some shit? (ain’t that some shit?)
And although there’s pain on my chest
I still wish you the best
With a

“Fuck you”
Oh, oh, oh

Now, baby
Baby, baby
Why d’you wanna
Wanna hurt me so bad? (so bad, so bad, so bad)
I tried to tell my mama, but she told me:
“This is one for your dad” (your dad, your dad, your dad)

Uh! Why?
Uh! Why?
Uh! Why, lady?

Oh! I love you!
Oh! I still love you
Oh!

I see you driving ‘round town
With the girl I love
And I’m like

“Fuck you”
Oh, oh, oh

I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn’t enough
I’m like

“Fuck you
And fuck her, too”

I said:
“If I was richer, I’d still be with you”
Ha, now ain’t that some shit? (ain’t that some shit?)
And although there’s pain on my chest
I still wish you the best
With a

“Fuck you”
Oh, oh, oh