F.a.y. Lyrics - A Long Hot Summer - Masta Ace

(feat. Strick) 

[Verse One: Masta Ace] 

I'm startin' to think that my skill is a waste 

Still in the race with an ice grille on my face 

Mad at the world, mad at you, mad at my girl 

Mad at my friends and anybody drivin' a Benz 

I really hate this nigga that delivers my mail 

But if I hit him they gonna send me up the river to jail 

I hate my neighbors, they always askin' for late night favors 

Hate indie labels, especially hate majors 

I don't give a fuck no more, fuck this tour 

Fuck these shows and these groupies, they all ho's 

Hate these rude people stayin' all in my face 

And hate the fact that Visa always callin' my place 

So all you mean creditors and magazine editors 

Same ones that debted us and put niggaz ahead of us 

I'm a mad dog who sits in the dark 

I'm fixin' to bark watchin' 106 And Park 

What a mess, I guess I'm sorta stressed 

Turn on the radio and I get more depressed 

No wonder I'm kinda bitter 

Strick told me I should quit player hating, but fuck that I'm not a quitter 

Had a few cats betray me, try to play me 

Bail and try to blame me, fuck you pay me 

If y'all could, y'all would finish me 

That's why this finger here is for everybody in the industry 

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[Chorus] 

When you tryin' to hustle for pay and people get in your way 

That's when you ready to say "Fuck all y'all" 

When the job is givin' ya hell and pay is minimum scale 

That's when you ready to yell "Fuck all y'all" 

When it's really starting to seem that people killing your dream 

That's when you ready to scream "Fuck all y'all" 

I'm talkin' to you, and I'm talking to you, and I'm talking to you nigga 

[Verse Two: Strick] 

Yo I'm simply trying to eat 'til my belly is fat 

And I rest in the Midwest where R. Kelly and Nelly be at 

Where my name ring bells like "Who's celly is that?" 

And "Yo Strick you about to blow!" yo stop telling me that 

Cuz at the end of the day I'm still just a nobody 

Cuz nobody knows me no record label chose me 

But Tommy Boy did and look where that got me 

A bad attitude and a reason not to be cocky 

A huge debt, three lawyers, and two managers 

A bullshit advance that didn't recoup the damages 

A couple of singles that wasn't really chartin' 

Yo Ace I got a Cherokee! "Bow Wow got an Aston Martin" 

That motherfucker got a mansion with a swimming pool 

A rec room with many games and plenty women too 

He prolly got his own chef and a fuckin' hot tub 

I got a truck with four rims but yo they not dubs 

Speakin' of nots yo, I'm not a happy camper 

Not gettin' no younger, feeling like a grandpa 

Yo I got low self esteem 

Just like a nigga running in place tryin' to chase his own selfish dream 

And fuck my girl, soon I'll be startin' to creep 

She's a slob and don't care if her carpet is neat 

She got a slick mouth and always gets smart when she speak 

And can't cook a lick and the bitch fart in her sleep 

I got a dog that don't bark and cat that don't meow 

Everybody else is rich and I don't fuckin' see how 

Sometimes I wonder why even bother waking up 

Should just end it and give back the spot I'm takin' up 

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[Chorus] 

When you tryin' to hustle for pay and people get in your way 

That's when you ready to say "Fuck all y'all" 

When the job is givin' ya hell and pay is minimum scale 

That's when you ready to yell "Fuck all y'all" 

When it's really starting to seem that people killing your dream 

That's when you ready to scream "Fuck all y'all" 

I'm talkin' to you, and I'm talking to you, and I'm talking to you nigga