Fuck You Lyrics - Singles - Gangsta Boo

[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! 

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(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 

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[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 'cause 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