Can’t f*ck Wit This lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah! This goes out to all you fake-ass motherf*ckers
Doin your bullsh*t-ass parties (yeah, we in here)
You motherf*ckers are fake, you look like it
We know you look like it
Look at your f*ckin familiar face
The nine can't f*ck with this, Hot 97 smell like p*ss (Casanova)
Latex on my di*k, {?} on my wrists (on my wristssss)
Can't f*ck with this, Hot 97 smell like p*ss (Gun Hill Road)
Latex on my di*k, {?} on my wrists
Can't f*ck with this, Hot 97 smell like p*ss (Newark, New Jersey)
Latex on my di*k, {?} on my wristssss

[Kool Keith]
Hypin up n*ggas too much, bullsh*t's goin down
I don't give a f*ck about Howston Street
That's where they suckin di*ks all day, n*ggas meet
Play what you told to play, Flavmaster-ass n*gga
You can't even cut straight, a DJ fast n*gga
Y'all n*ggas is monkeys with cups!
With that bullsh*t playlist, Arbitron even say you SUCK
Billboard hate you; you corny motherf*ckers are fake too
Wit'cha robot format, stick a bomb on your asscrack
Who sponsor you motherf*ckers, Speed stick deodorant
You motherf*ckers yeah - you owe the rent
Get rid of your staff they make me laugh with that local-ass sh*t
Y'all play all day talkin sh*t
And sittin on the toilet even Clear Channel's mad
All y'all do is flush toilets and sh*t all day
Report some ol' bullsh*t to BDS, like y'all the best
Transexuals, walkin up there with a f*ckin dress
Even Wendy Williams say you motherf*ckers be up in girdles and bras
Gettin they f*ckin nails pressed
[Chorus]
Hot 97 smell like p*ss
Latex on my di*k, {?} on my wristssss
Can't f*ck with this, Hot 97 smell like p*ss
Latex on my di*k, {?} on my wristssss

[Marc Live]
f*ck if we ready it's war on the station
Taliban, car bomb the whole f*ckin place in
Duct tape, the receptionist, boxcut up, the security
Gun down the P.D.; hold Angie Mar'
I strip her naked tie the b*tch to the front of the door
I kick her face in; tie dynamite, to her nipples
I put a dildo in her mouth and if she moves flip the switch dude
It's doom, aiyyo the end of an era
Backstabbin bast*rds, no-talent asses
Angie got a bast*rd child by Nokio (faggot)
That has-been groupie b*tch shoulda f*ckin known
Flex is a fruitcake n*gga, fat faggot
Transvestite lover on Hunt's Point every night
Do a show with RuPaul, troublemaker, softest n*gga
In the city, guys c*m on his f*ckin titty
The worst DJ on KISS, you owe Chuck Chillout b*tch
You got nerve to act large trick
You duck and hide, too many n*ggas gettin shot outside (Game)
You gon' learn when that car show gets interrupted
A news break, they drove a Navi through your f*ckin gate
[Chorus]

[Kool Keith]
The type of n*ggas y'all f*ck with little kids havin incest
A couple of years ago y'all was the first critics with that bullsh*t
Talkin about down South was weak, y'all was dissin Mannie Fresh
Only when Snoop come to town, y'all play his sh*t
Actin like y'all supportin the West; lyin-ass n*ggas
Frank Crock' tryin-ass n*ggas
Slick suckin di*k-ass n*ggas
Nuts when they get into town; I was listenin to Master P and sh*t
When you motherf*ckers was hatin 'em
Now all of a sudden Lil Jon is hot, and blew up
Now you gon' stand in the music b*tch and act CRUNK
Now you tryin to get DOWN, late-ass n*gga
I hate a fake-ass n*gga, strawberry shake-ass n*gga