Текст песни Notorious B. I. G. - Fuck You
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Lil` Kim f/ Lil Cease, Notorious b.i.g., Larceny Hardcore [Lil Cease]Nine shots greet ya, greet yaHang with Little CeaserBut don`t sling pizza, pizzaThe gat carryin`Rap barbarian`96 Blake CarringtonI brings the most dangerous diseasesTrife please mc`s of all typesHomosexuals dice intellectualsLike my flow, my charmWifey on the arm and stay fuckin other bitchesStyle never switchesInhale, exhaleBail Neno Brown out for shooting up a townhouseAnd him **sted** kids fledRumors was deadNo beef with no cliquesNiggas don`t want shitTrife impressesLex`s, GsSsChicks in iceberg dressesWho the bestestM.A.F.I.A.But faggot niggas wanna spoil itStop me from having marvel forces, Den gold TaurusI force it down your throat like sodomyMama proud of meCuz I stopped killing niggas for freeLil Kim:Uh, Uh, The Anne Klein Sporting cokeSnorting niggas lovelyI keep my pussy fresh like DudleyWatch this show as my flow bubble overLike Mo`s and Cristal`sAin`t here to bust a pistalSippin hard on CristalDreaming counts, large amountsCuz Frank don`t play with lai moneyGet high moneyReady to die ****No if, ands, or maybesI`m not your average ladyPut that on my 380Me and my bitch catch flights to TexasNiggas call us Crystal and AlexusBump into some hoes that be in Huston bustingTrunk full of Donna Karen in the rental LeBaronUh, who us, we just swervingIn the dark blue SuburbanDrinking BurbonWith Heinekens for the chaser Police`ll never chase usWe too fly for thatProcess the fingerprintedWe too **** for thatI be, flirtin for certainWearing short skirts andBut ain`t no **** certainSee, that`s the difference between me and other bitchesThey fuck to get they richesI fuck to bust a nutLil Kim not a slutI gotta reputation to look out forPlus my boss is a outlawBiggie:Uh, these mothafuckas think they tough guysMothafuckas better hold hands stepping on ***Foggot ass mothafuckasReally ain` t no true playersLarceny:Death comes the **** that oppose the clique Dick-riders get off the dickCuz Larceny got guns for yallAnd if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yallCatching cases, niggas pull they macs outNiggas getting mad cuz I dug they backs outThen I blacks outStart shooting kids, cribs suspiciousMaking my escape jumping bridgesMalicious, sometimes the danger taste deliciousRule number three don`t take love from no bitchesYou know what makes me much stronger than youI can take pain much longer than youSo what you gonna do when I run up in that ass, creepHow you wanna spit a ***grease***