Fuck You lyrics
[Hook - Pharoahe Monch]
Get yo' hands;
Up against the wall and
spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Un-da-stand;
I'm not fuckin around with
you
Try to resist I'll dimiss you
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck
you (Fuck you)
[Verse 1]
Basically I'm the worst nightmare
you ever had
Huh, figure but trigger happy nigga with a badge
Parading around Los Angeles
High off coke with a banana clip
Feasting off the weak street avangelists
With a manuscript, and a
proffesional ass-whippin
Task force, brass knuckles, a master in
ass-kickin
If ya ask for it, I blast for it, your back flippin
No
one saw it, I won't stop the clock's tickin
Got a rookie for a partner
that's ready to fight niggas
The world's a merry-go-round of stereotype
niggas
He's a spit in the face for pitbull or bite niggas
Matter-a
fact, kinda like this cat for a white nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I got the projects on lock; they trust my logic
Cuz
the star cops got it from guns to narcotics
My object is to deprogram,
blind your optics
You cannot stop this mission, this topic
Cuz you
could write tickets my nigga or get paid
Learn this game of the streets
or get slayed
Collect this cheese at the end of this maze
Or hit
the desk and fill out forms for days
Need I remind you - how easy it
would be,
To take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you
Shottie in the trunk and on my ankle there's a nine too
Cuz
psychologically the guns you use, will define you
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
These evil streets don't sleep, be careful of whom you
mingle
In a city where it pays to be bilingual
Cho soy greifo, no
me
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