Fuck Dat Lyrics

Fuck Dat

[Fredro Starr]

Yo! Turn that shit up word up!
Afficial Nasty
Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya niggas is dead ass!
Know what I'm sayin'?
We're
payin' my niggaz ' All City 'n shit!
Word up! Yo Mega Fuck Dat!
Rip that
Brooklyn shit nigga!


[J. Mega (Fredro Starr)]

What? What?
What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals by da creep cold
We blaze y'all
won't see those you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like
helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for killin' 'em
Green backs, I
want a mil (of) 'em!
But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the
black out
Niggaz be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that
style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' cartracks out, as we stack
now
We're nuthin' to match out, formula
See it clearly through my
corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap
performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet Coma
The East
New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! That's the All City shit!
Yo Greg
Valentine!)


[Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky
Fingaz}]

Yo, the bees be rushin' like petrees(?)
You better had that
bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to
say delease
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be
peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher
states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in
dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too
hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel
what I got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
Where
we eat at, but tonight that's where they bleed at
That belone her with the
flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the
game's over
(All City what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup
nigga?}( Come here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I
want some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)


[Sticky Fingaz,
(Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say
goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' WACK
SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit for the LOVESONG!
Who
can stage as soon as the blunt's out? YOU DON'T WANT NONE!
But regardless,
readin' WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!
I muthafuckin', muthafuckin' murder,
want charges!
You off getargets, kill any rap artist!
Still hate ya
GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, then yo' ass gotta
FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG
TIME, you should've finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Fuck
Dat!
Afficial Nast what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new nigga for ya
niggaz!
Yo Fuck Dat! Step up and shit....)


[Bubba Smith, (Fredro
Starr), {X-1}]

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like
tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your
bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're
tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got
the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just
vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it,
it's even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't
give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these two
guns is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin'
you
For the dolies, niggaz just press G-O
While shoot outs, reachin' for
the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was
drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides anybody TRY
to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin'
do this shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Nasty
Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! That niggas is dead!)


[X -
1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you crack niggaz, I don't even like your
style
If it wasn't for love, you be dead right now
Speak upon the gun
nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt
back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course,
six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(They hate that shit nigga!
What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where
you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some
jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at
least about bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid
cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical
laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple
your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Sticky Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Afficial
Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial
Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Word up! Fuckin' All
City!
Muthafuckin' Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr talkin' to you
nigga!
Fuckin' Sonsee nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup
nigga?! Gangreen in this muthafucka!
Bubba Smith 'n shit! Back da fuck up,
everybody up!!
My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka! (Know what I'm
sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga!
Afficial Nast!)
Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don't know! My muthafuckin' broher
is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' shit! Afficial
Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)