f*ck You lyrics

by

Pusha T



[Hook]
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I'll just dead them
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
Understand –
I'm not f*cking around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
f*ck you (f*ck you!)

[Verse 1]
Basically, I'm the worst nightmare you ever had
Figured – a trigger-happy n*gga with a badge
Parading around Los Angeles (Uh!)
High off coke, with a banana clip
Feasting off the weak street evangelists
With a manuscript in professional ass-whipping
Task Force, brass knuckles, a master in ass-kicking
If you ask for it, I blast for it, you're back-flipping
No one saw it – I won't stop, the clock's ticking
Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight n*ggas (Whew!)
The world's a merry-go-round, I stereotype n*ggas
He's a "spit in the face of a pitbull, and bite n*ggas"
Matter of fact – kinda like this cat for a white n*gga
[Hook]
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I'll just dead them
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
Understand –
I'm not f*cking around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
f*ck you (f*ck you!)

[Verse 2]
I got the projects on lock, they trust my logic
'Cause the star cops got it, from guns to narcotics
My object is to de-program, blind your optics
You cannot stop this mission, this topic (C'mon)
'Cause you could write tickets, my n*gga, or get paid
Learn this game in the streets, or get slayed
Collect this cheese at the end of this maze, 
Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days (Uh!)
Need I remind you –
How easy it would be to take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you? (Ha!)
Shottie in the trunk, and, on my ankle, there's a nine too
'Cause, psychologically, the guns you use will define you
[Hook]
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I'll just dead them
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
Understand –
I'm not f*cking around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
f*ck you (f*ck you!)

[Verse 3]
These evil streets don't sleep, be careful with whom you mingle
In a city where it pays to be bilingual
Yo soy grifo, no me importa, culo – ¡sí! Via a diablo
I'm five-oh, leaving enemies dead on arrival
For a couple of mill', and you're f*cking the deal up
Tryin' to play hero cop, and you still suck
Put you to bed with one in your head, you won't feel much

[Hook]
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I'll just dead them
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
Understand –
I'm not f*cking around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I'll just dead them
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
Understand –
I'm not f*cking around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
f*ck you (f*ck you!)
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