Fuck Dat lyrics

Fuck Dat lyrics

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Send "Fuck Dat" Ringtone to your Cell Fredro Starr] Yo! Turn that shit up word up! Afficial Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat! Ya niggas is dead ass! Know what I`m sayin`? We`re payin` my niggaz ` All City `n shit! Word up! Yo Mega Fuck Dat! Rip that Brooklyn shit nigga! [J. Mega (Fredro Starr)] What? What? What? What? What? What? My fleet goals by da creep cold We blaze y`all won`t see those you just feel `em We raise the states in this game, like helium The new millenium, got me in mo` for killin` `em Green backs, I want a mil (of) `em! But don`t minimum, strictly max out, the ol`s put the black out Niggaz be frontin`, we take the back rob Now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild? City puttin` cartracks out, as we stack now We`re nuthin` to match out, formula See it clearly through my corner-ya This goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega`s on ya Rap performer, no diploma, I`m sippin` on Corona, keep my carpet Coma The East New York Soldier, what? (Fuck Dat! That`s the All City shit! Yo Greg Valentine!) [Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}] Yo, the bees be rushin` like petrees(?) You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease Between the thugs and the police, shit`ll never be peace Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate We poly for higher states, buyin` fire escapes See this, criminal life is like a `roll it in dice` Niggaz holdin` they ice, wild bust on a slice Yo it`s too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin` pot Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what I got As if, that ain`t enough, for Jakes is ratin` the spot Where we eat at, but tonight that`s where they bleed at That belone her with the flame, throwin` their rain, it`s over Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game`s over (All City what, All City what?! Fuck Dat! Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come here nigga, Fuck Dat! Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!} (Afficial Nast! What?!!) [Sticky Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)] Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeon Say goodbye to ya love one, you can`t heard from, the dumb dumb Kickin` WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I`m in this rap shit for the LOVESONG! Who can stage as soon as the blunt`s out? YOU DON`T WANT NONE! But regardless, readin` WILDEST, you get da MILDEST! I muthafuckin`, muthafuckin` murder, want charges! You off getargets, kill any rap artist! Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE! If you`re not Allah, then yo` ass gotta FRIE! Soon as life is for a life, without no remorse You fucked up BIG TIME, you should`ve finished me off nigga! (What?! Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast what up?! Yo Lefty, I got a new nigga for ya niggaz! Yo Fuck Dat! Step up and shit....) [Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr), {X-1}] I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin` the spots We`re tired of jizzle `n rocks, we straight up fuckin` in villains or jachts Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we`re livin` hell really?! So we just vanish `n rob, paper tellin` me we all dyin` from a leg docs(?) So fuck it, it`s even get it get-got, so what?! Bring it, I`m closin` now shut, I don`t give a FUCK about gettin` popped Them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot! It`s my time to go, playa, I`m tryin` to go spittin` you For the dolies, niggaz just press G-O While shoot outs, reachin` for the glocks, on my way to gettin` drugs Still spittin` ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN` ya Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin` (Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What nigga?} (Ya betta fuckin` do this shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!} (Fuck Dat! Afficial Nasty Niggas! Fuckin` takin` this streets! That niggas is dead!) [X - 1, (Fredro Starr)] All you crack niggaz, I don`t even like your style If it wasn`t for love, you be dead right now Speak upon the gun nor, X is layin` it down Dirty two rounds, sprayin` ya town Takin` dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws Die with the sacred course, six`s bein` deep on the basic floors (They hate that shit nigga! What?! Kick the our fuckin` shit! Fuck Dat!) Be a hard rock and see where you end up `bout Before my hart stops, kid I`m tryin` to see some jacks You better get dropped dog, just read the facts Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin` you back I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid cats X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course I cripple your boss, what?!! [Fredro & Sticky Fingaz] Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga! Word up! Fuckin` All City! Muthafuckin` Onyx! Muthafuckin` Fredro Starr talkin` to you nigga! Fuckin` Sonsee nigga! What da fuck is up?! Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! Gangreen in this muthafucka! Bubba Smith `n shit! Back da fuck up, everybody up!! My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka! (Know what I`m sayin?!) DJ LS, Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Afficial Nast!) Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don`t know! My muthafuckin` broher is sayin`, Fuck Dat! Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain`t seein` shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat `em up! Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car rushin` away Send " Fuck Dat" Ringtone to your Cell Fuck Dat lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Fuck Dat lyrics @ ELyrics | Fuck Dat lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Fuck Dat lyrics @ Songlyrics | Fuck Dat lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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