F.A.Y.B.A.N. lyrics

[Intro]
"From the underground" (Scratched by DJ Premier)

[Verse 1: Blaq Poet]
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas from my heart
Everybody talkin' sh*t but nobody wanna start
Straight from QB, original sh*t starter
Welcome me back like Kotter
My three pound seven Revolver
Make you part of the pavement quickly
Layin' there, pool of blood, Poet engraved in
Your forehead, your crew came but they all dead
They in the meat market chillin' with the boar's head
Straight up and down I'm here to knock you out the box
Word to my pops, sell records like I sold rocks
Y'all b*tch ass n*ggas, I'll meet you at the top
Don't try to give me no love 'cuz my sh*t's blazin' hot
Smack you with the MAC, give you a speed knot
It be in the Source next issue, sayin' why I dissed you
Punk motherf*ckers, y'all don't want the ruckus
So-called tough guys, I despise ya lies
I see it in ya eyes, you pus*y and you frontin'
n*ggas smack ya moms you won't even do nothin'

[Chorus]
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas (Where my thugs at?)
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas (Where the money at?)
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas (Where my thug chicks?)
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas (Woohaa)
[Verse 2]
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas, who want it?
Just say somethin' so I can spray somethin'
I seen 'em in they videos, with them silly hoes
Actin' like they bonin' 'em, they don't even be knowin' 'em
I'm ready to smack, the dog sh*t out of 'em
I don’t give a f*ck if they gold and plat'num
My rhyme flat'num like a ton of bricks
And my duns roll, pullin' out all type of sh*t
'Bout time I flip, y'all n*ggas been livin' good
n*ggas gettin' paid to say "f*ck the hood"
No, it's f*ck you b*tch ass n*gga, ya heard?
If they get robbed and murdered, they deserve it
f*ck 'em, with no grease, I hate 'em like I hate the po-lice
If I get the chance I'll crash they dome piece
You pink panty wearin' pus*y f*ckin' coward
All of a sudden, all y'all n*ggas 'bout it 'bout it
n*ggas ain't even tryin' cop no brick
Ain't even tryin' worry about the cops and sh*t
n*ggas need to stop they sh*t, before they get slave whipped
n*ggas from the projects don't wanna hear that fake sh*t
Come with what you got to come with
And stop actin' like a little b*tch
Screwball drops the illest sh*t
That blessed the streets and all my sons
And for the rest of y'all n*ggas
From the top of my lungs, I scream
[Chorus]
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas (Where my thugs at?)
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas (Where the money at?)
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas (Where my thug chicks?)
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas (Woohaa)
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas (Where the Bridge at?)
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas (Where 43rd at?)
f*ck all y'all b*tch ass n*ggas (Screwball what)
f*ck all y'all b*tch ASS n*ggAZ

[Outro]
Word
QB sh*t (What?)
What, motherf*cka
What, yeah, yeah
Screwball, Big Poet (Woohaa)
Representin' QB, knowhasayin?
Underground representin' forever (Forever)
'Cuz them n*ggas like Primo (Yeah)
Not none of y'all b*tch ass n*ggas (b*tch ass n*ggas)
f*ck 'em (It's QB forever, n*gga)
Blah, blah!