F**k You Lyrics

F**k You lyrics

[Instrumental for Cam'Ron's 'f**k You' playing]

[Drunken Master]
'Yeah, this goes out to you
And this goes out to you,
and for you, you, and the rest of your bit*h-ass crew
f**k you, you-know-what-I-mean?
Oh, it's finna go down
Drunken Master, nigga
Tired of playin' with you bit*h-ass niggas, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'?
Check it out'

To all you jealous-ass tricks
mad because your woman be all on my dick,
f**k you nigga
To all the ridas who wouldn't ride,
but now they, uh, standin' on the outside
Heh-heh- Too late- f**k you, nigga- f**k you
And to that scarecrow lookin' bit*h
over there off Jefferson, suckin' dicks
Turnin' tricks, ugly bit*h- f**k you
And to that playa hater on the block
broke and mad 'cause my sh*t don't stop,
 
f**k you- Go get a paper route or somethin', bit*h-ass nigga
And to all you scandelous bit*hes
tryin' to f**k me for my riches,
bring that sh*t 'cause all I really wanna do is...
('f**k you.') ...Then I'ma let my homeboy Ant,
then when we get done, we all gon' say,
'Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yoooooooouuuuuu!'
f**k you, bit*h
And to that judge at the Friend of the Court
that got me stressin' on this child support,
f**k you!

'And to anybody else out there who ain't bumpin' my shit,
f**k you- f**k you- F**K you!
I'll see y'all niggas on the next tape
And until we meet again...'

[Sample from Cam'ron's 'f**k You']
'F**K YOUUUUUU! Man, f**k you! (Laughing)'