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FT (Fuck That)

F-It-Less

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Yo, yo you can let the magnum bust or puff bags of dustIf you mad at us, watch that ass get crushedNow ya screamin` why did the blood have to rushIt`s a bunch of thugs after us, slugs blastin` usY`all rollers done mashed her upThe nigga with the live weaponsWho got shorty runnin` and comin` in five secondsGivin` back shots patch box, fat knotsI rap hot, like black glocksDisrespect this and get disconnectedThen sprayed like disinfectantThe shit I spit keep my lip infectedI practice safe sex so my dick`s protectedAnd hold the gat wild, puffin` fat L`sBonin` a chick listening to MaxwellOn a Maxell, my man called me on a black cellHe told me he got bagged for a crack sellHow ya feelin` son, not that wellBustin` techs and shitAnd no matter what sex you isBehind ya back niggas`ll sex ya bitchMake you wonder where the exit isFuck That, cuttin` no slackI`m bustin` fat nuts on ya back[Hook x2]Yo, what it look likeYou got crack what it cook likeYou gotta track, what`s the hook likeF is off the hook, rightWe stole cars while you took bikesAnd on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped[Verse 2]Hey yo, what it look likeYou got crack what it cook likeYou gotta track, what`s the hook likeF is off the hook, rightWe stole cars while you took bikesAnd on a good night, I get ya whole hood snipedYou`s a half thug, beatin` ya dick in the bathtubI get mad love, do a crime won`t get bagged upRoll in the set, put a hole in ya chest, open ya chest,Flowin the best, no one contest, I`m blowin` ya vestUntil I die, I`ll be high off drugsMoney bought me everything but couldn`t buy me loveMy niggas blast and shoot cha` from here to MassachusettsThe cash be ruthless, that`s why ya ass is toothlessYou ain`t half as ill as the admiralYou a crab for real, nigga grab ya shieldRappers wanna kill me and blast me cause my rhymes are filthyWhile other niggas are silky and sassyUpset ya squad, I`ll never wet chu` GodY`all niggas ain`t worth a dollar fifty on a Metro cardFUCK THAT!, I bust gats, sit on the side like hubcapsNever leave home with out the rough rapsPaper, I got to touch that, you want bitches, I want track[Hook x2][Verse 3]Yo, I know this ho that`ll set chu` up and take ya techThen niggas that make you peck to break ya neckHer mind was the dirtiestEver since her pops died on the 30thShe was livin` the life of unworthinessHer name was Karen, she drove a black LeBaronAnd by the way, she used to sell packs of crack for AaronTyron, do anything to be in a live zoneSmoke five bones then rob the jewelry store for nine stonesAttack ya town, packin` pounds, smackin` clownsBack em` down like Jackie BrownYou never had skill, I`m mad ill like an overdose of AdvilKiller at will[Hook x2]Fuck That, true criminalF-F gonna hold this downFuck That, true criminalF-F gonna hold this downFuck That, true criminaF-F gonna hold this downFuck That, true criminalF-F gonna hold this downFuck That, true criminalF-F gonna hold this down

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