**** You

作词 : A. Spain/C. Crespo/C. Wallace/K. Jones

作曲 : A. Spain/C. Crespo/C. Wallace/K. Jones

(Trife) Nine shots greet ya, greet ya

Hang with Lil' Cease ah

But don't sling pizza, pizza

The gat carryin', rap barbarian

Ninety-six Blake Carrington

I brings the most dangerous diseases

Trife please MC's of all types

Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm

Wifey on the arm and stay ****ing other niggas

Style never switches

Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out

For shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled

Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques

Niggas don't want shit, Trife impresses

Lexus GS's, chicks in iceberg dresses

Who the best is? M.A.F.I.A

But faggot niggas wanna spoil it

Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets

I force it down your throat like sodomy

Mama proud of me

Cause I stopped killing niggas for free

(Lil' Kim) Uhh, uhh

The Anne Klein sportin' coke, snortin' niggas lovely

I keep my shit Fresh like Doug E., watch the show

As my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's

Ain't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal

Dream accounts, large amounts

Cause Frank don't play with lye money, get high money

Ready to die Grady, no if's, and's, or maybe's

I'm not your average lady; put that on my 380

Me and my b*****s catch flights to Texas

B*****s call us Crystal and Alexis

Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'

Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron

Uh, who us?

We just swervin', in the dark blue Suburban

Drinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser

Police'll never chase us we too fly for that

Processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that

I be, flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and

But ain't no d**ks insertin', see

That's the difference between me and other niggas

They **** to get they riches

I **** to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut

I gotta reputation to look out for

Plus my boss is a outlaw

(Notorious B.I.G.) Uhhh

Mother****ers think they tough guys

Mother****ers better hold hands stepping up

Faggot ass niggas

They really ain't no true players

(Larceny) Death comes to those that oppose the clique

D**k-riders get off the d**k

Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all

And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all

Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out

Niggas getting mad cause I dug they backs out

Then I blacks out, start shooting kids

Cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges

Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious

Rule number three; don't take love from no niggas

You know what makes me much stronger than you

I can take pain much longer than you

So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass-crease

How you wanna spit a grease?