F-U lyrics

by

DJ Premier


Let me find out its my time to shine - ninety nine
Prime time is here - time for my props to shine - Premier
Load the track up - watch a n*gga do work
Show his ass act up - wild out - blow the wax up
I can see it now, the cars, the b*tches
The money, the jewels, guns - in my britches

[Fame] Hey yo yo Tef f*ck that, n*gga. Jump in they motherf*ckin ass, come on

Aight
Try this one on for size - I won't be able to wipe my ass
To rock sh*t so I'll just p*ss on you guys
Read the floorplan, we do it the double nine way
Crime way - duckin - goin out in a blind rage
Learnt to combine ways to profit - who can stop it
From pickin pockets - to doing stick ups - to kickin prop sh*t
We keep it poppin - whatever the way go
Long as they know that we here - reason is not a option

[Hook]
Yo Tef, can I get a verse?
f*ck you, pay me
Oh y'all n*ggas want more
f*ck you, pay me
Oh, y'all n*ggas want in?
f*ck you, pay me
We in nine nine b*tch, this is prime time
Y'all n*ggas made it like that - I created tight raps
Back when n*ggas was taxin n*ggas - to do a track
I show love - n*ggas just ain't know how to act
Try to play a n*gga like that - n*gga dont know how to rap
I got news for you crooks - not only can I rap I got hooks
Not those hooks, the other hooks - look
Y'all n*ggas is f*ckin with me - getting on my last nerve
Acting like y'all could do something with me
I throw rocks at hotties - throw Glocks at parties
Throw shots of bacardi - col' rock a party
Some say what I convey be like the black monday
The rap runaway - Slap, put the gun away

[Hook]
Y'all n*ggas is just getting started?
f*ck you, pay me
Huh, beg ya pardon?
f*ck you, pay me
Y'all n*ggas is down with who?
f*ck you, pay me
We in nine nine b*tch, this is prime time

Private Benjamin - please - I injure men - send yer men
In to have a meeting with Tef - have a meeting with death
Lethal weapon - leakin n stretched - the f*ck out
With his eyes wide open and his tongue stuck out
Y'all motherf*ckers dont want it - straight up and down
I let my artillery speak - from Brownsville housing through Tillery Street
Type of motherf*cker thats hard to go to war with
Cause I got alliances with the n*ggas you tour with - so come off it
If you got beef with me - or M.O.P
Believe you me - Ill murder yo ass - on MTV
You're f*ckin with a lunatic that'll put 2 in you
2 in yer crew - 2 in yer chick - f*ck coming through in a wip
I'm doing this red handed - n*gga I'm a world class bandit
Rollin heavily armed on mass transit
To walk up and spark up yer whole damn strip
Give a motherf*cker a whole damn clip
b*tch, this is from the ville
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