Fuck You Lyrics - The Lox

The Lox 

Miscellaneous 

Fuck You 

Shit 

Feel this 

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 

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[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 

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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 

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